rip this time?"

"Aw, I ain't goin' to hold down ho five-dollar-a-week job. What do you
think I am?"

"I think you are a fool headed straight for the devil," answered the
officer succinctly. "Now listen to me, Nucky. I've knowed you ever
since you started into the school over there. I mind how the teacher
told me she was glad to see one brat that looked like an old-fashioned
American. And everything the teachers and us guys at the police
station could do to keep you headed right, we've done. But you just
won't have it. You've growed up with just the same ideas the young
toughs have 'round here. All you know about earnin' money is by
gambling." Nucky stirred, but the officer put out his hand.

"Hold on now, fer I'm servin' notice on you. You've turned down every
job we got you. You want to keep on doing Luigi's dirty work for him.
Very well! Go to it! And the next time we get the goods on you,
you'll get the limit. So watch yourself!"

"Everybody's against a guy!" muttered the boy,

"Everybody's against a fool that had rather be crooked than straight,"
returned the officer.

Nucky, his face sullen, descended from the chair, paid the boy and
headed up MacDougal Street toward the Square.

A tall, dark woman, dressed in black entered the Square as Nucky
crossed from Fourth Street. Nucky overtook her.