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ɳַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"Lots of boys out, eh?""I don't know what it is about music," she started to say, movedby the inexplicable longings which surged within her; "but italways makes me feel as if I wanted something--I----"

"Don't go and try to knock around now without any money. Let mehelp you," he said. "It's no easy thing to go on your own hookhere."

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"It's a lie," he said, driven to a corner and knowing no otherexcuse.

"Oh, why not?" said the latter.

Her eyes were still wet with a few vague tears.

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There is a more subtle result of such a situation as this, which,though not always taken into account, produces the tragedies ofthe world. The great create an atmosphere which reacts badlyupon the small. This atmosphere is easily and quickly felt.Walk among the magnificent residences, the splendid equipages,the gilded shops, restaurants, resorts of all kinds; scent theflowers, the silks, the wines; drink of the laughter springingfrom the soul of luxurious content, of the glances which gleamlike light from defiant spears; feel the quality of the smileswhich cut like glistening swords and of strides born of place,and you shall know of what is the atmosphere of the high andmighty. Little use to argue that of such is not the kingdom ofgreatness, but so long as the world is attracted by this and thehuman heart views this as the one desirable realm which it mustattain, so long, to that heart, will this remain the realm ofgreatness. So long, also, will the atmosphere of this realm workits desperate results in the soul of man. It is like a chemicalreagent. One day of it, like one drop of the other, will soaffect and discolour the views, the aims, the desire of the mind,that it will thereafter remain forever dyed. A day of it to theuntried mind is like opium to the untried body. A craving is setup which, if gratified, shall eternally result in dreams anddeath. Aye! dreams unfulfilled--gnawing, luring, idle phantomswhich beckon and lead, beckon and lead, until death anddissolution dissolve their power and restore us blind to nature'sheart.<"I thought you were," she said, smiling.

"I hope you do," said Carrie.

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"She's easier," thought Hurstwood to himself.

"Oh, some time, possibly," said Carrie. "I'll be here allsummer. Good-night!"

Meanwhile he gave a thought now and then to Carrie. What couldbe the trouble in that quarter? No letter had come, no word ofany kind, and yet here it was late in the evening and she hadagreed to meet him that morning. To-morrow they were to have metand gone off--where? He saw that in the excitement of recentevents he had not formulated a plan upon that score. He wasdesperately in love, and would have taken great chances to winher under ordinary circumstances, but now--now what? Supposingshe had found out something? Supposing she, too, wrote him andtold him that she knew all--that she would have nothing more todo with him? It would be just like this to happen as things weregoing now. Meanwhile he had not sent the money.

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<"I'm glad you liked it.""Now, be reasonable, Cad," said Drouet gently. "What do you wantto rush out for this way? You haven't any place to go. Why notstay here now and be quiet? I'll not bother you. I don't want tostay here any longer."

"Served him right," said Drouet afterward, even in view of herkeen expiation of her error. "I haven't any pity for a man whowould be such a chump as that."

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