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"About the same as usual," said Hurstwood, smiling genially.

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"I'll be glad to go," said Carrie. "How much will we have to payfor seats?"

"I'll tell you, Carrie, if you'll be quiet. I want you to comealong with me to another city,"

THE COUNSEL OF WINTER--FORTUNE'S AMBASSADOR CALLS

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"How would Wheeler do?"<"Have you ever seen the houses along the Lake Shore on the NorthSide?" asked Hurstwood.

Chapter II

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"Now, I've just enough to get on to the end of the week," sheconfided.

"It is, isn't it?" said Carrie. She felt as if she would like tobe agreeable to this young man, and also there came with it, orperhaps preceded it, the slightest shade of a feeling that he wasbetter educated than she was--that his mind was better. Heseemed to look it, and the saving grace in Carrie was that shecould understand that people could be wiser. She had seen anumber of people in her life who reminded her of what she hadvaguely come to think of as scholars. This strong young manbeside her, with his clear, natural look, seemed to get a hold ofthings which she did not quite understand, but approved of. Itwas fine to be so, as a man, she thought.

<"I think so," returned Hurstwood. "He said he would.""Isn't it bad?" she observed to Lola.

In three weeks the worst was over, but it was nearly the first ofMay before his strength permitted him to be turned out. Then hewas discharged.

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"Oh, no," said Carrie, the whole motive of the man flashing onher at once. "I have an engagement myself."

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