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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  Hurstwood laid down his fifteen cents and crept off with wearysteps to his allotted room. It was a dingy affair--wooden,dusty, hard. A small gas-jet furnished sufficient light for sorueful a corner.
2.  "They say you can get things lots cheaper there."
3.  "I was," said Drouet.
4.  The misfortune of the Hurstwood household was due to the factthat jealousy, having been born of love, did not perish with it.Mrs. Hurstwood retained this in such form that subsequentinfluences could transform it into hate. Hurstwood was stillworthy, in a physical sense, of the affection his wife had oncebestowed upon him, but in a social sense he fell short. With hisregard died his power to be attentive to her, and this, to awoman, is much greater than outright crime toward another. Ourself-love dictates our appreciation of the good or evil inanother. In Mrs. Hurstwood it discoloured the very hue of herhusband's indifferent nature. She saw design in deeds andphrases which sprung only from a faded appreciation of herpresence.
5.  "I guess he can't hurt the business very much, though, with theother members all there."
6.  "Oh, nothing," she answered; "I've always thought so."


1.  "It's Mr. Blyford, mamma," she replied.
2.  "Well," she said, looking at him, "was it any better?"
3.  "How would you like to try subduing London?" asked her manager,one afternoon.
4.  Now that his money was so low, he began to observe his clothesand feel that even his best ones were beginning to lookcommonplace. This was a bitter thought.
5.  The man did not take kindly at all to his "No position tochoose." He wanted some one who wasn't thinking of a choice orsomething better. Especially not an old man. He wanted some oneyoung, active, and glad to work actively for a moderate sum.Hurstwood did not please him at all. He had more of an air thanhis employers.
6.  On the street sometimes she would see men working--Irishmen withpicks, coal-heavers with great loads to shovel, Americans busyabout some work which was a mere matter of strength--and theytouched her fancy. Toil, now that she was free of it, seemedeven a more desolate thing than when she was part of it. She sawit through a mist of fancy--a pale, sombre half-light, which wasthe essence of poetic feeling. Her old father, in his flour-dusted miller's suit, sometimes returned to her in memory,revived by a face in a window. A shoemaker pegging at his last,a blastman seen through a narrow window in some basement whereiron was being melted, a bench-worker seen high aloft in somewindow, his coat off, his sleeves rolled up; these took her backin fancy to the details of the mill. She felt, though she seldomexpressed them, sad thoughts upon this score. Her sympathieswere ever with that under-world of toil from which she had sorecently sprung, and which she best understood.


1.  "Why, the scene between Ray and me when I refuse him."
2.  There was no water on this floor. He put on his shoes in thecold and stood up, shaking himself in his stiffness. His clothesfelt disagreeable, his hair bad.
3.  "What are you up to?" he said, smiling.
4.  "It would suit me all right," said Carrie, who, nevertheless,felt badly to think it had come to this. Talk of a smaller flatsounded like poverty.
5.   "It's warm to-night, isn't it?" said this girl, arrayed in pinkfleshings and an imitation golden helmet. She also carried ashining shield.
6.  He felt really hurt as he thought of his treatment, and looked asif he saw no way of obtaining justice.


1.  "I guess she's struck it," he thought, a picture of the oldshiny, plush-covered world coming back, with its lights, itsornaments, its carriages, and flowers. Ah, she was in the walledcity now! Its splendid gates had opened, admitting her from acold, dreary outside. She seemed a creature afar off--like everyother celebrity he had known.
2.  At one o'clock he thought of eating, and went to a restaurant inMadison Square. There he pondered over places which he mightlook up. He was tired. It was blowing up grey again. Acrossthe way, through Madison Square Park, stood the great hotels,looking down upon a busy scene. He decided to go over to thelobby of one and sit a while. It was warm in there and bright.He had seen no one he knew at the Broadway Central. In alllikelihood he would encounter no one here. Finding a seat on oneof the red plush divans close to the great windows which look outon Broadway's busy rout, he sat musing. His state did not seemso bad in here. Sitting still and looking out, he could takesome slight consolation in the few hundred dollars he had in hispurse. He could forget, in a measure, the weariness of thestreet and his tiresome searches. Still, it was only escape froma severe to a less severe state. He was still gloomy anddisheartened. There, minutes seemed to go very slowly. An hourwas a long, long time in passing. It was filled for him withobservations and mental comments concerning the actual guests ofthe hotel, who passed in and out, and those more prosperouspedestrians whose good fortune showed in their clothes andspirits as they passed along Broadway, outside. It was nearlythe first time since he had arrived in the city that his leisureafforded him ample opportunity to contemplate this spectacle.Now, being, perforce, idle himself, he wondered at the activityof others. How gay were the youths he saw, how pretty the women.Such fine clothes they all wore. They were so intent upongetting somewhere. He saw coquettish glances cast by magnificentgirls. Ah, the money it required to train with such--how well heknew! How long it had been since he had had the opportunity to doso!
3.  "Why do you want to start on that again?" said Carrie. "You wereto blame."
4、  "You're not from the West, are you?"
5、  He himself realized that it was a wretched thing to have draggedin. He wanted to weigh the effects of it, and yet he could notsee. He went beating on, flushed by her presence, clearlyawakened, intensely enlisted in his plan.




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