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׿ַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"You want to be careful about that," was all he said.Thus, ever, the voice of success.Still, she could not keep her secret. She tried to be calm andindifferent, but it was a palpable sham.

Carrie's new state was remarkable in that she saw possibilitiesin it. She was no sensualist, longing to drowse sleepily in thelap of luxury. She turned about, troubled by her daring, glad ofher release, wondering whether she would get something to do,wondering what Drouet would do. That worthy had his future fixedfor him beyond a peradventure. He could not help what he wasgoing to do. He could not see clearly enough to wish to dodifferently. He was drawn by his innate desire to act the oldpursuing part. He would need to delight himself with Carrie assurely as he would need to eat his heavy breakfast. He mightsuffer the least rudimentary twinge of conscience in whatever hedid, and in just so far he was evil and sinning. But whatevertwinges of conscience he might have would be rudimentary, you maybe sure.

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Accordingly, he headed for the Casino one afternoon, passing itseveral times in an effort to locate the stage entrance. Then hesat in Bryant Park, a block away, waiting. "She can't refuse tohelp me a little," he kept saying to himself.

"Carrie Meeber."

Drouet took on a slightly more serious tone. He was uncertain asto whether she was joking or not.

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Carrie heard this with genuine sorrow. She had enjoyed Mrs.Vance's companionship so much. There was no one else in thehouse whom she knew. Again she would be all alone.

Carrie thanked him and walked briskly out, while the young mangazed after her through one of the side windows of his gildedcoop.

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Hurstwood smiled grimly, and the boy laughed.

"Where are you going?" he said, stepping over and heading heroff.

<"Oh, that much?" said Carrie. "Is this right?" she asked,turning to Hurstwood.Together they went. In the store they found that shine andrustle of new things which immediately laid hold of Carrie'sheart. Under the influence of a good dinner and Drouet'sradiating presence, the scheme proposed seemed feasible. Shelooked about and picked a jacket like the one which she hadadmired at The Fair. When she got it in her hand it seemed somuch nicer. The saleswoman helped her on with it, and, byaccident, it fitted perfectly. Drouet's face lightened as he sawthe improvement. She looked quite smart.

"'No,' said the girl, 'but it is dreadful to be hungry.'

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Every eye was fixed on Carrie, still proud and scornful. Theymoved as she moved. Their eyes were with her eyes.

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׿MSI̳¯511տս Hurstwood heard this, dead to the horror of it. He rocked alittle to and fro, and chewed at his finger. It seemed all verynatural in such extreme states. He would do better later on. ϸ

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׿߳ഺƬٿʮ She shook her head, though for all her distress and his trickeryshe was beginning to notice what she had always felt--histhoughtfulness. ϸ

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