For years the hospitable blackwell's had been his winter quarters. just as his more fortunate fellow new
yorkers had bought their tickets to palm beach and the riviera each winter, so soapy had made his
humble arrangements for his annual hegira to the island. and now the time was come. on the previous
night three sabbath newspapers, distributed beneath his coat, about his ankles and over his lap, had
failed to repulse the cold as he slept on his bench near the spurting fountain in the ancient square. so
the island loomed big and timely in soapy's mind. he scorned the provisions made in the name of
charity for the city's dependents. in soapy's opinion the law was more benign than philanthropy. there
was an endless round of institutions, municipal and eleemosynary, on which he might set out and
receive lodging and food accordant with the simple life. but to one of soapy's proud spirit the gifts of
charity are encumbered. if not in coin you must pay in humiliation of spirit for every benefit received at
the hands of philanthropy. as caesar had his brutus, every bed of charity must have its toll of a bath,
every loaf of bread its compensation of a private and personal inquisition. wherefore it is better to be a
guest of the law, which though conducted by rules, does not meddle unduly with a gentleman's private
affairs. based on the last paragraph of the passage, what is likely to happen next in the story?
a.) soapy will go on a holiday to a foreign country.
b.) soapy will try to get himself arrested and imprisoned.
c.) soapy will try to approach a charitable institution.
d.) soapy will try to get himself a job.