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Joe was right. It was only my face. That beast was only waiting! . . . I wonder if they're all like that? Probably not. But how can I tell the sheep from the goats? I thought I could. I thought I knew how to handle myself--I thought I knew how to get on in this town! But I don't, it seems--I've done nothing at all! I've just been a little fool! . . . And New York is like that!