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She shook her head negatively.

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Carrie noticed that Hanson had said nothing to this. He seemed tobe thinking of something else.

There was a look of confusion and pain in her face. She waswondering why that miserable thought must be brought in. She wasstruck as by a blade with the miserable provision which wasoutside the pale of marriage.

One day, looking down the ad. columns of the "Evening World," hesaw where a new play was at the Casino. Instantly, he came to amental halt. Carrie had gone! He remembered seeing a poster ofher only yesterday, but no doubt it was one left uncovered by thenew signs. Curiously, this fact shook him up. He had almost toadmit that somehow he was depending upon her being in the city.Now she was gone. He wondered how this important fact hadskipped him. Goodness knows when she would be back now.Impelled by a nervous fear, he rose and went into the dingy hall,where he counted his remaining money, unseen. There were but tendollars in all.

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The play was one of those drawing-room concoctions in whichcharmingly overdressed ladies and gentlemen suffer the pangs oflove and jealousy amid gilded surroundings. Such bon-mots areever enticing to those who have all their days longed for suchmaterial surroundings and have never had them gratified. Theyhave the charm of showing suffering under ideal conditions. Whowould not grieve upon a gilded chair? Who would not suffer amidperfumed tapestries, cushioned furniture, and liveried servants?Grief under such circumstances becomes an enticing thing. Carrielonged to be of it. She wanted to take her sufferings, whateverthey were, in such a world, or failing that, at least to simulatethem under such charming conditions upon the stage. So affectedwas her mind by what she had seen, that the play now seemed anextraordinarily beautiful thing. She was soon lost in the worldit represented, and wished that she might never return. Betweenthe acts she studied the galaxy of matinee attendants in frontrows and boxes, and conceived a new idea of the possibilities ofNew York. She was sure she had not seen it all--that the citywas one whirl of pleasure and delight.

There was a good dinner in the flat that evening, owing to themere lifting of the terrible strain. Hurstwood went out for ashave, and returned with a fair-sized sirloin steak.

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"Well, I do," he answered. "If I were you I wouldn't think ofit. It's not much of a profession for a woman."

On Saturday she paid another four dollars and pocketed her fiftycents in despair. The speaking acquaintanceship which she formedwith some of the girls at the shop discovered to her the factthat they had more of their earnings to use for themselves thanshe did. They had young men of the kind whom she, since herexperience with Drouet, felt above, who took them about. Shecame to thoroughly dislike the light-headed young fellows of theshop. Not one of them had a show of refinement. She saw onlytheir workday side.

Therewith he lined up the last two and proceeded to the head,counting as he went.

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<"Give me a little something, will you, mister?" he said to thelast one. "For God's sake, do; I'm starving."Mrs. Hale, from her upper window, saw her come in.

"Sven doesn't think it looks good to stand down there," she said.

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