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ʹAPPַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Yes," said Carrie."I'm with the company at the Casino now."

"Yes," said Mr. Kenny, and then, turning the word again added:"How are things out in Chicago?"


"If I were you," he said, "I'd change."

"Oh, very well," said Mr. Withers, blandly. "It is for you tosay whom you want with you. As I say, all that can be arrangedto suit yourself."

Hurstwood gazed with slightly parted lips. Drouet was fidgetingwith satisfaction.

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"Going to be in town long?"

Mr. and Mrs. Vance kept up a running fire of interruptions, andthese impressive things by Ames came at odd moments. They weresufficient, however, for the atmosphere that went with this youthimpressed itself upon Carrie without words. There was somethingin him, or the world he moved in, which appealed to her. Hereminded her of scenes she had seen on the stage--the sorrows andsacrifices that always went with she knew not what. He had takenaway some of the bitterness of the contrast between this life andher life, and all by a certain calm indifference which concernedonly him.

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When Carrie came Hurstwood had been waiting many minutes. Hisblood was warm; his nerves wrought up. He was anxious to see thewoman who had stirred him so profoundly the night before.

<"Of course you can," answered the girl. "You come with me when Igo. I'll do the talking."No longer any need of climbing several flights of steps to asmall coop shared with another. Instead, a comparatively largeand commodious chamber with conveniences not enjoyed by the smallfry overhead. She breathed deeply and with delight. Hersensations were more physical than mental. In fact, she wasscarcely thinking at all. Heart and body were having their say.

She looked at him, and he laughed reassuringly.


<"You look fine that way, Cad," he said.In the view of a certain stratum of society, Carrie wascomfortably established--in the eyes of the starveling, beaten byevery wind and gusty sheet of rain, she was safe in a halcyonharbour. Drouet had taken three rooms, furnished, in OgdenPlace, facing Union Park, on the West Side. That was a little,green-carpeted breathing spot, than which, to-day, there isnothing more beautiful in Chicago. It afforded a vista pleasantto contemplate. The best room looked out upon the lawn of thepark, now sear and brown, where a little lake lay sheltered.Over the bare limbs of the trees, which now swayed in the wintrywind, rose the steeple of the Union Park Congregational Church,and far off the towers of several others.

"What is it we're going to see?" asked Ames.





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