He did not want to be a thief. That sum or any other could never
compensate for the state which he had thus foolishly doffed. It could
not give him back his host of friends, his name, his house and family,
nor Carrie, as he had meant to have her. He was shut out from
Chicago—from his easy, comfortable state. He had robbed himself of his
dignity, his merry meetings, his pleasant evenings. And for what? The
more he thought of it the more unbearable it became. He began to think
that he would try and restore himself to his old state. He would return
the miserable thievings of the night and explain. Perhaps Moy would
understand. Perhaps they would forgive him and let him come back
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