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Ųַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"It's profitable enough for two, is it?" he asked."Let's not talk about it any more," she returned.

On the stage, six of the characters had already appeared in theopening parlour scene. Drouet and Hurstwood saw at a glance thatCarrie was not among them, and went on talking in a whisper.Mrs. Morgan, Mrs. Hoagland, and the actor who had takenBamberger's part were representing the principal roles in thisscene. The professional, whose name was Patton, had little torecommend him outside of his assurance, but this at the presentmoment was most palpably needed. Mrs. Morgan, as Pearl, wasstiff with fright. Mrs. Hoagland was husky in the throat. Thewhole company was so weak-kneed that the lines were merelyspoken, and nothing more. It took all the hope and uncriticalgood-nature of the audience to keep from manifesting pity by thatunrest which is the agony of failure.


"It's not very hard to get work now," put in Hanson, "if you lookright."

"That's So-and-so over there," was a common remark of thesegentlemen among themselves, particularly among those who had notyet reached, but hoped to do so, the dazzling height which moneyto dine here lavishly represented.

"Well, when can you?" said the grocer.

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The director strolled away without answering.<"Why don't you do it then? Don't go shuffling along as if youwere dead. I've got to have people with life in them."

"See that fellow coming in there?" said Hurstwood, glancing at agentleman just entering, arrayed in a high hat and Prince Albertcoat, his fat cheeks puffed and red as with good eating.

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"Did he spend the evenings here?" he asked.

"Is it that way?" she mused.

<"I didn't marry you," he said, in a snarling tone."I'm so tired," said Carrie, leaning back in the car when Drouetbegan to talk.

"Yes," said Carrie, halting before him, "I was just preparing togo for a walk myself."


At that hour, when Broadway is wont to assume its mostinteresting aspect, a peculiar individual invariably took hisstand at the corner of Twenty-sixth Street and Broadway--a spotwhich is also intersected by Fifth Avenue. This was the hourwhen the theatres were just beginning to receive their patrons.Fire signs announcing the night's amusements blazed on everyhand. Cabs and carriages, their lamps gleaming like yellow eyes,pattered by. Couples and parties of three and four freelymingled in the common crowd, which poured by in a thick stream,laughing and jesting. On Fifth Avenue were loungers--a fewwealthy strollers, a gentleman in evening dress with his lady onhis arm, some club-men passing from one smoking-room to another.Across the way the great hotels showed a hundred gleamingwindows, their cafes and billiard-rooms filled with acomfortable, well-dressed, and pleasure-loving throng. All aboutwas the night, pulsating with the thoughts of pleasure andexhilaration--the curious enthusiasm of a great city bent uponfinding joy in a thousand different ways.





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Ųմٽʱȥܱ̺ Hurstwood shifted by curious means through a long summer andfall. A small job as janitor of a dance hall helped him for amonth. Begging, sometimes going hungry, sometimes sleeping inthe park, carried him over more days. Resorting to thosepeculiar charities, several of which, in the press of hungrysearch, he accidentally stumbled upon, did the rest. Toward thedead of winter, Carrie came back, appearing on Broadway in a newplay; but he was not aware of it. For weeks he wandered aboutthe city, begging, while the fire sign, announcing herengagement, blazed nightly upon the crowded street of amusements.Drouet saw it, but did not venture in. ϸ

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