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She could and she would . She set her small mouth firmly , and confronted the future ; she saw herself , without his strength to support her , going down and down . She remembered those drabs of the street on whom she had turned such cynical eyes in her virtuous youth , and she saw herself one of that lost sisterhood , sodden , hectic , hopeless . When Willy Cameron left the pharmacy that day it was almost noon . He went to the house of mourning first , and found Mr. Davis in a chair in a closed room , a tired little man in a new black necktie around a not over-clean collar , his occupation of years gone , confronting a new and terrible leisure that he did not know how to use . `` You know how it is , Willy , '' he said , blinking his reddened eyelids . `` You kind of wish sometimes that you had somebody to help you bear your burden , and then it 's taken away , but you 're kind of bent over and used to it .