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By twelve o'clock he figured with his assistants that he had cleared one hundred thousand dollars ; and by three o'clock he had two hundred thousand dollars more . That afternoon between three and seven he spent adjusting his trades , and between seven and one in the morning , without anything to eat , in gathering as much additional information as he could and laying his plans for the future . Saturday morning came , and he repeated his performance of the day before , following it up with adjustments on Sunday and heavy trading on Monday . By Monday afternoon at three o'clock he figured that , all losses and uncertainties to one side , he was once more a millionaire , and that now his future lay clear and straight before him . As he sat at his desk late that afternoon in his office looking out into Third Street , where a hurrying of brokers , messengers , and anxious depositors still maintained , he had the feeling that so far as Philadelphia and the life here was concerned , his day and its day with him was over . He did not care anything about the brokerage business here any more or anywhere . Failures such as this , and disasters such as the Chicago fire , that had overtaken him two years before , had cured him of all love of the stock exchange and all feeling for Philadelphia .