Ten galleons was okay, but Art suspected that ten galleons was only okay if he was done, and he could only be done with gambling if he could successfully put himself into another outlet, and — he did not know what that outlet could possibly be. He just very likely needed to find one.

Art knew exactly what urgency meant in these cases, having lost a great deal of money and property to creditors in the past. (Again, he was reminded that he knew better — again, he was reminded that he was supposed to be better now. It was quite evident that he wasn't, now, but he didn't understand where things had gone wrong.)

"I don't think anyone's looking for me yet," Art said, "Or — if they're looking, they're not looking very hard." It wasn't easy to find Arthur at Ester's or at Fitz's, but — he was sure that clever people could have managed it. He was still going to work, sort of, so it was not as if he was well-hidden. They could have managed it.

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