Instead of being his nine Muses, she had become his three Furies.
When he lost his job and she went out to get one of her own, had she
succeeded in getting anything with dignity in it? No! She had become
an extra woman in a movie mob. That was a belittling thing to
remember. But worst of all, she had committed the unpardonable sin
for a woman--she had lent him money. He could never forgive or forget
the horrible fact that he had borrowed her last cash to pay his fare
to Chicago.
Next to that for inexcusableness was her self-support--and, worse,
self-sufficiency. Gilfoyle had sent Kedzie no money beyond returning
what he had borrowed, and she had not used that to buy a ticket to
Chicago with. She had written rarely, and had not asked him for money.
That was mighty convenient for him, but it was extremely suspicious,
and he cherished it as a further grudge.
He never found himself quite flush enough to force any money on her,
because he had found that it costs money to live in Chicago, too.
People in New York get the idea that it costs everything to live
in New York and nothing to live anywhere else--if it can be called
living.
Gilfoyle also discovered that his gifts were not appreciated in
Chicago as he had expected them to be. Chicago people seemed to
think it quite natural for New York to call for help from Chicago,
and successful Western men were constantly going East; but for
a New-Yorker to revert to Chicago looked queer.
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