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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  "How are you?" he said, easily. "I could not resist thetemptation to come out this afternoon, it was so pleasant."
2.  In contrast, Hurstwood appeared strong and sincere. He had noeasy manner of putting her off. He sympathised with her andshowed her what her true value was. He needed her, while Drouetdid not care.
3.  That was not before he had become settled, however. Carrie andhe went looking for a flat, as arranged, and found one inSeventy-eighth Street near Amsterdam Avenue. It was a five-storybuilding, and their flat was on the third floor. Owing to thefact that the street was not yet built up solidly, it waspossible to see east to the green tops of the trees in CentralPark and west to the broad waters of the Hudson, a glimpse ofwhich was to be had out of the west windows. For the privilegeof six rooms and a bath, running in a straight line, they werecompelled to pay thirty-five dollars a month--an average, and yetexorbitant, rent for a home at the time. Carrie noticed thedifference between the size of the rooms here and in Chicago andmentioned it.
4.  The tone he used made it seem as if the matter deserved onlyslight consideration. Carrie thought a little, the whileenjoying the pretty scene.
5.  "I'll see her about that," he said to himself, passionately,feeling that he had been unduly wronged. "I'll find out,b'George, whether she'll act that way or not."
6.  "Not yet," said Carrie.


1.  "You'll have to send in your card."
2.  A youth with tan-coloured hair, that needed clipping very badly,came shuffling along between the machines, bearing a basket ofleather findings under his left arm, and pressed against hisstomach. When near Carrie, he stretched out his right hand andgripped one girl under the arm.
4.  When Hurstwood got back to his office again he was in a greaterquandary than ever. Lord, Lord, he thought, what had he gotinto? How could things have taken such a violent turn, and soquickly? He could hardly realise how it had all come about. Itseemed a monstrous, unnatural, unwarranted condition which hadsuddenly descended upon him without his let or hindrance.
5.  "Thank you," she said. "I'll think about it."
6.  "It is," said another. "I've been waiting nearly an hour."


1.  A big, motherly looking woman invariably stood guard at the doorduring the entire operation and counted the admissible number.The men moved up in solemn order. There was no haste and noeagerness displayed. It was almost a dumb procession. In thebitterest weather this line was to be found here. Under an icywind there was a prodigious slapping of hands and a dancing offeet. Fingers and the features of the face looked as if severelynipped by the cold. A study of these men in broad light provedthem to be nearly all of a type. They belonged to the class thatsit on the park benches during the endurable days and sleep uponthem during the summer nights. They frequent the Bowery andthose down-at-the-heels East Side streets where poor clothes andshrunken features are not singled out as curious. They are themen who are in the lodginghouse sitting-rooms during bleak andbitter weather and who swarm about the cheaper shelters whichonly open at six in a number of the lower East Side streets.Miserable food, ill-timed and greedily eaten, had played havocwith bone and muscle. They were all pale, flabby, sunken-eyed,hollow-chested, with eyes that glinted and shone and lips thatwere a sickly red by contrast. Their hair was but half attendedto, their ears anaemic in hue, and their shoes broken in leatherand run down at heel and toe. They were of the class whichsimply floats and drifts, every wave of people washing up one, asbreakers do driftwood upon a stormy shore.
2.  "Other men!" exclaimed Carrie. "Other men--you know better thanthat. I did go with Mr. Hurstwood, but whose fault was it?Didn't you bring him here? You told him yourself that he shouldcome out here and take me out. Now, after it's all over, youcome and tell me that I oughtn't to go with him and that he's amarried man."
3.  Carrie did not know it, but there was the least show of wrinklesbetween her eyes and her mouth was puckered quaintly.
5.   He saw he was the master of the situation--he felt it. Hereached over and touched her hand.
6.  "How much did you say he took?" said Carrie.


1.  The next day it was still snowing, and the next, bitter cold.Hurstwood took the alarm of the paper and sat still. Now hevolunteered to do a few other little things. One was to go tothe butcher, another to the grocery. He really thought nothingof these little services in connection with their truesignificance. He felt as if he were not wholly useless--indeed,in such a stress of weather, quite worth while about the house.
2.  "Do we?" said Carrie, frowning a little.
3.  She felt a wave of feeling sweep over her at this. It was prideat what seemed his admiration--affection for the man who couldfeel this concerning her.
4、  "Yes," said Hurstwood calmly. He knew the type so thoroughlythat some of his old familiar indifference to it returned. Suchmen as these were of the lowest stratum welcomed at the resort.He stepped out and closed the door.
5、  "You lead your company to night," said the master.




  • 刘悉承 08-02

      She gazed weakly at him and said: "Well, what do you think youwill do? A hundred dollars won't last long."

  • 朱恒鹏 08-02

      He was unconscious of just how much this habit had hold of himuntil one day he found his lips repeating an old answer he hadmade to one of his friends. They were in Fitzgerald and Moy's.It was as if he stood in the door of his elegant little office,comfortably dressed, talking to Sagar Morrison about the value ofSouth Chicago real estate in which the latter was about toinvest.

  • 郑绍洋 08-02

       When she came to her own rooms, Carrie saw their comparativeinsignificance. She was not so dull but that she could perceivethey were but three small rooms in a moderately well-furnishedboarding-house. She was not contrasting it now with what she hadhad, but what she had so recently seen. The glow of the palatialdoors was still in her eye, the roll of cushioned carriages stillin her ears. What, after all, was Drouet? What was she? At herwindow, she thought it over, rocking to and fro, and gazing outacross the lamp-lit park toward the lamp-lit houses on Warren andAshland avenues. She was too wrought up to care to go down toeat, too pensive to do aught but rock and sing. Some old tunescrept to her lips, and, as she sang them, her heart sank. Shelonged and longed and longed. It was now for the old cottageroom in Columbia City, now the mansion upon the Shore Drive, nowthe fine dress of some lady, now the elegance of some scene. Shewas sad beyond measure, and yet uncertain, wishing, fancying.Finally, it seemed as if all her state was one of loneliness andforsakenness, and she could scarce refrain from trembling at thelip. She hummed and hummed as the moments went by, sitting inthe shadow by the window, and was therein as happy, though shedid not perceive it, as she ever would be.

  • 海曙 08-02

      She acknowledged that she had not.

  • 蓝云天 08-01

    {  "Aren't you very tired?" he said.

  • 谢土 07-31

      On the stage, six of the characters had already appeared in theopening parlour scene. Drouet and Hurstwood saw at a glance thatCarrie was not among them, and went on talking in a whisper.Mrs. Morgan, Mrs. Hoagland, and the actor who had takenBamberger's part were representing the principal roles in thisscene. The professional, whose name was Patton, had little torecommend him outside of his assurance, but this at the presentmoment was most palpably needed. Mrs. Morgan, as Pearl, wasstiff with fright. Mrs. Hoagland was husky in the throat. Thewhole company was so weak-kneed that the lines were merelyspoken, and nothing more. It took all the hope and uncriticalgood-nature of the audience to keep from manifesting pity by thatunrest which is the agony of failure.}

  • 李秀红 07-31

      Amid the babel of voices, Hurstwood heard one close beside him.

  • 沈文祥 07-31

      "Humph!" ejaculated Hurstwood, who had been so sturdilydisplaced.

  • 屈膝礼 07-30

       "And you don't want to go again to night?"

  • 童道驰 07-28

    {  "Well, I should say so. That's the way. Put life into it. Youdid that about a thousand per cent. better than you did theother scene. Now go on and fire up. You can do it. Knock 'em."

  • 鄂办文 07-28

      Hurstwood went out and made for Broadway. He wanted to think upsome place. Before long, though, he reached the Grand Hotel atThirty-first Street. He knew of its comfortable lobby. He wascold after his twenty blocks' walk.