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The machine girls impressed her even less favourably. They seemedsatisfied with their lot, and were in a sense "common." Carriehad more imagination than they. She was not used to slang. Herinstinct in the matter of dress was naturally better. Shedisliked to listen to the girl next to her, who was ratherhardened by experience.

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"Well, keep your mouth still then. Now, all together again."

"Well, now, just how much money would it take to buy a halfinterest here?" said Hurstwood, who saw seven hundred dollars ashis limit.

The porter stared at him the while he continued to talk.

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Hurstwood listened to its progress, wondering when Carrie wouldcome on. He had not long to wait. The author had used theartifice of sending all the merry company for a drive, and nowCarrie came in alone. It was the first time that Hurstwood hadhad a chance to see her facing the audience quite alone, fornowhere else had she been without a foil of some sort. Hesuddenly felt, as she entered, that her old strength--the powerthat had grasped him at the end of the first act--had come back.She seemed to be gaining feeling, now that the play was drawingto a close and the opportunity for great action was passing.

"I'll look at them if you say so," said Carrie.

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Carrie became disgusted. "Such a man," she said to herselffrequently. More and more she visited. She put most of herspare money in clothes, which, after all, was not an astonishingamount. At last the opera she was with announced its departurewithin four weeks. "Last two weeks of the Great Comic Operasuccess ----The--------," etc., was upon all billboards and inthe newspapers, before she acted.

"Is it in Chicago?" she asked nervously. They were now farbeyond the city limits, and the train was scudding across theIndiana line at a great rate.

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"Sure you can. Now you go ahead and see."

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<"Didn't think!" said Carrie, now angered to the core by the man'speculiar attitude. "Of course not. You thought only of whatwould be to your satisfaction. You thought you'd make a toy ofme--a plaything. Well, I'll show you that you won't. I'll havenothing more to do with you at all. You can take your old thingsand keep them," and unfastening a little pin he had given her,she flung it vigorously upon the floor and began to move about asif to gather up the things which belonged to her."I'll have to leave you behind this time."

Later, however, his old discretion asserted itself. Somethinghad to be done. A climax was near and she would not sit idle.He knew her well enough to know that when she had decided upon aplan she would follow it up. Possibly matters would go into alawyer's hands at once.

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