Answer: ? KNOW IT
Explanation:
1 When he awoke, it was three o’clock in the afternoon. He bounded up with a start; half of one of
2 his precious days gone already! He spent more than an hour in dressing, watching every stage of his
3 toilet carefully in the mirror. Everything was quite perfect; he was exactly the kind of boy he had always
4 wanted to be.
5 When he went downstairs Paul took a carriage and drove up Fifth Avenue toward the Park. The
6 snow had somewhat abated; carriages and tradesmen’s wagons were hurrying soundlessly to and fro
7 in the winter twilight; boys in woolen mufflers were shoveling off the doorsteps; the avenue stages
8 made fine spots of color against the white street. Here and there on the corners were stands, with
9 whole flower gardens blooming under glass cases, against the sides of which the snowflakes stuck and
10 melted; violets, roses, carnations, lilies of the valley—somehow vastly more lovely and alluring that
11 they blossomed thus unnaturally in the snow. The Park itself was a wonderful stage winterpiece.
12 When he returned, the pause of the twilight had ceased and the tune of the streets had changed.
13 The snow was falling faster, lights streamed from the hotels that reared their dozen stories fearlessly up
14 into the storm, defying the raging Atlantic winds. A long, black stream of carriages poured down the
15 avenue, intersected here and there by other streams, tending horizontally. There were a score of cabs
16 about the entrance of his hotel, and his driver had to wait. Boys in livery were running in and out of
17 the awning stretched across the sidewalk, up and down the red velvet carpet laid from the door to the
18 street. Above, about, within it all was the rumble and roar, the hurry and toss of thousands of human
19 beings as hot for pleasure as himself, and on every side of him towered the glaring affirmation of the
20 omnipotence of wealth.
21 The boy set his teeth and drew his shoulders together in a spasm of realization; the plot of all
22 dramas, the text of all romances, the nerve-stuff of all sensations was whirling about him like the
23 snowflakes.
