moist- shook her off , and ran out of the building , out of the city and back to his old life , or lives , always moving on , selling glass as diamond , but somehow it just did n't seem to work any more , the flair was n't there , the fun had dropped out of it , even the cards did n't seem to work for him , the money ran out , and one winter in some inn that was no more than a slum he turned his face to the wall- and an angel appeared .