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"What did you want with a season ticket, then?"


Nevertheless, one of the results of Mrs. Vance's suggestions wasthe fact that on this occasion Carrie was dressed somewhat to herown satisfaction. She had on her best, but there was comfort inthe thought that if she must confine herself to a best, it wasneat and fitting. She looked the well-groomed woman of twenty-one, and Mrs. Vance praised her, which brought colour to herplump cheeks and a noticeable brightness into her large eyes. Itwas threatening rain, and Mr. Vance, at his wife's request, hadcalled a coach."Your husband isn't coming?" suggested Mr. Vance, as he metCarrie in his little parlour.

"What a day to go over there," thought Carrie.

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Carrie smiled.

What to do. He dressed thinking. He moved about in the samechamber with his wife, unmindful of her presence.

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"What sort of a place is it?" he asked, feeling in his veins asif now he might get something good also.

Both policemen ran out toward the crowd, but the latter repliedby running toward the car. A woman--a mere girl in appearance--was among these, bearing a rough stick. She was exceedinglywrathful and struck at Hurstwood, who dodged. Thereupon, hercompanions, duly encouraged, jumped on the car and pulledHurstwood over. He had hardly time to speak or shout before hefell.

<"Were you at the performance last evening?" she asked of the nextof Hurstwood's friends who greeted her as she sat in her box."I couldn't get anything else," said Carrie frankly.

"Oh, you want to see Mr. McManus," he returned. "Sit down," andhe pointed to a chair against the neighbouring wall. He went onleisurely writing, until after a time a short, stout gentlemancame in from the street.


<"No, I can't," said Carrie weakly, very much drawn toward theproposition and yet fearful.Hurstwood leaned forward. The whole audience was silent andintent.

"Come on, now," he went on; "it's all right. Let's waltz alittle to that music."





ʶ˹6ѧǻ Carrie smiled and smiled. ϸ

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