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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "That's right," agreed Hurstwood, shamefacedly.
2.  "Olsen," said the manager, "is there anything downstairs youcould find for this man to do? I'd like to give him something."
3.  She found him lifting her head and looking into her eyes. Whatmagnetism there was she could never know. His many sins,however, were for the moment all forgotten.
4.  "Yes, you pay the rent," said Carrie. "You talk as if there wasnothing else in the world but a flat to sit around in. Youhaven't done a thing for three months except sit around andinterfere here. I'd like to know what you married me for?"
5.  There it ran winding before his gaze, shining brightly in theclear light, between the undulating banks on the right and thetall, tree-covered heights on the left. The spring-likeatmosphere woke him to a sense of its loveliness, and for a fewmoments he stood looking at it, folding his hands behind hisback. Then he turned and followed it toward the east side, idlyseeking the ships he had seen. It was four o'clock before thewaning day, with its suggestion of a cooler evening, caused himto return. He was hungry and would enjoy eating in the warmroom.
6.  "Well, you don't have to," he said. "He can't get what he can'tget. He'll have to wait."

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1.  "Oh," said Carrie.
2.  "The foreman 'll fix that if you ask him, I guess. He did me."
3.  Before following her in her round of seeking, let us look at thesphere in which her future was to lie. In 1889 Chicago had thepeculiar qualifications of growth which made such adventuresomepilgrimages even on the part of young girls plausible. Its manyand growing commercial opportunities gave it widespread fame,which made of it a giant magnet, drawing to itself, from allquarters, the hopeful and the hopeless--those who had theirfortune yet to make and those whose fortunes and affairs hadreached a disastrous climax elsewhere. It was a city of over500,000, with the ambition, the daring, the activity of ametropolis of a million. Its streets and houses were alreadyscattered over an area of seventy-five square miles. Itspopulation was not so much thriving upon established commerce asupon the industries which prepared for the arrival of others. Thesound of the hammer engaged upon the erection of new structureswas everywhere heard. Great industries were moving in. The hugerailroad corporations which had long before recognised theprospects of the place had seized upon vast tracts of land fortransfer and shipping purposes. Street-car lines had beenextended far out into the open country in anticipation of rapidgrowth. The city had laid miles and miles of streets and sewersthrough regions where, perhaps, one solitary house stood outalone--a pioneer of the populous ways to be. There were regionsopen to the sweeping winds and rain, which were yet lightedthroughout the night with long, blinking lines of gas-lamps,fluttering in the wind. Narrow board walks extended out, passinghere a house, and there a store, at far intervals, eventuallyending on the open prairie.
4.  "No," he said, in his sanest moments, "I can't do it. I'll getsomething else and save up."
5.  Hurstwood was in his best form, as usual. He hadn't heard thatDrouet was out of town. He was but slightly affected by theintelligence, and devoted himself to the more general topicswhich would interest Carrie. It was surprising--the ease withwhich he conducted a conversation. He was like every man who hashad the advantage of practice and knows he has sympathy. He knewthat Carrie listened to him pleasurably, and, without the leasteffort, he fell into a train of observation which absorbed herfancy. He drew up his chair and modulated his voice to such adegree that what he said seemed wholly confidential. He confinedhimself almost exclusively to his observation of men andpleasures. He had been here and there, he had seen this andthat. Somehow he made Carrie wish to see similar things, and allthe while kept her aware of himself. She could not shut out theconsciousness of his individuality and presence for a moment. Hewould raise his eyes slowly in smiling emphasis of something, andshe was fixed by their magnetism. He would draw out, with theeasiest grace, her approval. Once he touched her hand foremphasis and she only smiled. He seemed to radiate an atmospherewhich suffused her being. He was never dull for a minute, andseemed to make her clever. At least, she brightened under hisinfluence until all her best side was exhibited. She felt thatshe was more clever with him than with others. At least, heseemed to find so much in her to applaud. There was not theslightest touch of patronage. Drouet was full of it.
6.  "Well," said Drouet, whose memory for such things was not thebest, "it's about a girl who gets kidnapped by a couple ofcrooks--a man and a woman that live in the slums. She had somemoney or something and they wanted to get it. I don't know nowhow it did go exactly."

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1.  They had an arrangement by which he placed twelve dollars a weekin her hands, out of which to pay current expenses. He heaved alittle sigh as she said this, and drew out his purse. Again hefelt the dread of the thing. Here he was taking off, taking off,and nothing coming in.
2.  "Yes," said young George.
3.  "It's you, is it?" she said, and went back.
4.  He was dwelling on her attractiveness as he had felt it theevening before, and mingling it with the feeling her presenceinspired now.
5.   "Well, come on and have a talk, then, anyhow."
6.  Tactfully, Mrs. Vance avoided the subject of Hurstwood, of whomshe could not help thinking. No doubt Carrie had left him. Thatmuch she surmised.

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1.  "Oh, he's a nice man. He's manager of Fitzgerald and Moy's."
2.  "Still," he said, "what could I have done?"
3.  Thus crowded fortune. For this whole week, though her largesalary had not yet arrived, it was as if the world understood andtrusted her. Without money--or the requisite sum, at least--sheenjoyed the luxuries which money could buy. For her the doors offine places seemed to open quite without the asking. Thesepalatial chambers, how marvellously they came to her. Theelegant apartments of Mrs. Vance in the Chelsea--these were hers.Men sent flowers, love notes, offers of fortune. And still herdreams ran riot. The one hundred and fifty! the one hundred andfifty! What a door to an Aladdin's cave it seemed to be. Eachday, her head almost turned by developments, her fancies of whather fortune must be, with ample money, grew and multiplied. Sheconceived of delights which were not--saw lights of joy thatnever were on land or sea. Then, at last, after a world ofanticipation, came her first installment of one hundred and fiftydollars.
4、  The man gave him a last push and closed the door. As he did so,Hurstwood slipped and fell in the snow. It hurt him, and somevague sense of shame returned. He began to cry and swearfoolishly.
5、  "Isn't your home in New York?" she asked of Lola one day.

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  • 倪祯子 08-02

      "If you come, bring an apron," he added.

  • 吴秀兰 08-02

      "That's better. Now go on."

  • 余琛 08-02

       "Well, you'd better go sit down, then."

  • 石亭 08-02

      "Oh, I don't play," ventured Carrie.

  • 沈美真 08-01

    {  "That's right," said Drouet, going out.

  • 胡国强 07-31

      "Saturday?" asked Carrie.}

  • 刘馨 07-31

      "Not a thing."

  • 朱之文 07-31

      "Is your wife at home?" she inquired.

  • 杨蓓 07-30

       Mrs. Hale, from her upper window, saw her come in.

  • 陶爸 07-28

    {  He put his hand into the first of the boxes and lifted the stack,letting the separate parcels fall. They were bills of fifty andone hundred dollars done in packages of a thousand. He thoughthe counted ten such.

  • 瑞格·梅森 07-28

      "Laid up, they say," exclaimed Drouet. "Say, he's a gouty oldboy!"

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