վҳʱ ƾ̨ ۵ Ļ Ƶ֪ʶȨ

˴齫:ͨһ

2020-08-12 20:52:06  Դձ
˴齫Ǯ취 

˴齫

˴齫ַ:a g 9 559 v i p<"All right," said Drouet, brightening. "Where are you stopping?""Sure," said Drouet, elated.

"No, no, that won't do! Say it this way--EXPLAIN."

˴齫廭

"How do they arrange this, if a man hasn't any money?" inquiredHurstwood, discreetly.

"That's all right--take it," said Drouet.

Hurstwood only cleared his throat by way of acknowledgment.

˴齫 ɻ

Carrie seemed not to listen. She only turned her head toward thewindow, where outside all was black. The train was speeding withsteady grace across the fields and through patches of wood. Thelong whistles came with sad, musical effect as the lonelywoodland crossings were approached.

The next morning he had cooled down considerably, and later theticket was duly secured, though it did not heal matters. He didnot mind giving his family a fair share of all that he earned,but he did not like to be forced to provide against his will.

˴齫йҶ ۻ

Hurstwood's residence on the North Side, near Lincoln Park, was abrick building of a very popular type then, a three-story affairwith the first floor sunk a very little below the level of thestreet. It had a large bay window bulging out from the secondfloor, and was graced in front by a small grassy plot, twenty-five feet wide and ten feet deep. There was also a small rearyard, walled in by the fences of the neighbours and holding astable where he kept his horse and trap.

When she arrived in the business part it was quite eleveno'clock, and the business had little longer to run. She did notrealise this at first, being affected by some of the old distresswhich was a result of her earlier adventure into this strenuousand exacting quarter. She wandered about, assuring herself thatshe was making up her mind to look for something, and at the sametime feeling that perhaps it was not necessary to be in suchhaste about it. The thing was difficult to encounter, and shehad a few days. Besides, she was not sure that she was reallyface to face again with the bitter problem of self-sustenance.Anyhow, there was one change for the better. She knew that shehad improved in appearance. Her manner had vastly changed. Herclothes were becoming, and men--well-dressed men, some of thekind who before had gazed at her indifferently from behind theirpolished railings and imposing office partitions--now gazed intoher face with a soft light in their eyes. In a way, she felt thepower and satisfaction of the thing, but it did not whollyreassure her. She looked for nothing save what might comelegitimately and without the appearance of special favour. Shewanted something, but no man should buy her by falseprotestations or favour. She proposed to earn her livinghonestly.

Chapter XI

˴齫ͻ

<"Supposing I do lay it on the top," he said, "and go away,they'll know who took it. I'm the last to close up. Besides,other things will happen.""I could be content," went on Hurstwood, "if I had you to loveme. If I had you to go to; you for a companion. As it is, Isimply move about from place to place without any satisfaction.Time hangs heavily on my hands. Before you came I did nothingbut idle and drift into anything that offered itself. Since youcame--well, I've had you to think about."

Carrie shook her head.

ƷͼƬ˴齫

(ࣺӱӱ)

˴齫ר

˴齫ƼĶ

˴齫ƽΪǰҪĹץ "What have you got there?" he asked. ϸ

Ӱ죬ӥݶȡμ¼ºչ| ̵2018|ڵŵͣҵ:͹״

˴齫¼ӡ˹ŵ̩ЭᷢƵ人ͣйʤ "Suppose you come and look at the rooms," he added. ϸ

˴齫˹ԮҽƶӼ| ̵2018|ֶۼԲɢڹɣίӦ
˴齫ע˴齫΢

΢

΢

ֻ

쵼԰