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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  Hurstwood smiled in an indulgent way as he read this.
2.  Once these things were in her hand, on her person, she mightdream of giving them up; the method by which they came mightintrude itself so forcibly that she would ache to be rid of thethought of it, but she would not give them up. "Put on the oldclothes--that torn pair of shoes," was called to her by herconscience in vain. She could possibly have conquered the fearof hunger and gone back; the thought of hard work and a narrowround of suffering would, under the last pressure of conscience,have yielded, but spoil her appearance?--be old-clothed and poor-appearing?--never!
3.  An office boy approached her.
4.  Hurstwood moved on, wondering. The sight of the large, brightcoin pleased him a little. He remembered that he was hungry andthat he could get a bed for ten cents. With this, the idea ofdeath passed, for the time being, out of his mind. It was onlywhen he could get nothing but insults that death seemed worthwhile.
5.  "Not when you have a gentle horse," said Carrie.
6.  Chapter XL


1.  He took Carrie's little hand, and a current of feeling swept fromone to the other.
2.  "Think we're liable to have much trouble?" said another, whomHurstwood did not see.
3.  Drouet did not call that evening. After receiving the letter, hehad laid aside all thought of Carrie for the time being and wasfloating around having what he considered a gay time. On thisparticular evening he dined at "Rector's," a restaurant of somelocal fame, which occupied a basement at Clark and MonroeStreets. There--after he visited the resort of Fitzgerald andMoy's in Adams Street, opposite the imposing Federal Building.There he leaned over the splendid bar and swallowed a glass ofplain whiskey and purchased a couple of cigars, one of which helighted. This to him represented in part high life--a fairsample of what the whole must be. Drouet was not a drinker inexcess. He was not a moneyed man. He only craved the best, ashis mind conceived it, and such doings seemed to him a part ofthe best. Rector's, with its polished marble walls and floor,its profusion of lights, its show of china and silverware, and,above all, its reputation as a resort for actors and professionalmen, seemed to him the proper place for a successful man to go.He loved fine clothes, good eating, and particularly the companyand acquaintanceship of successful men. When dining, it was asource of keen satisfaction to him to know that Joseph Jeffersonwas wont to come to this same place, or that Henry E. Dixie, awell-known performer of the day, was then only a few tables off.At Rector's he could always obtain this satisfaction, for thereone could encounter politicians, brokers, actors, some rich young"rounders" of the town, all eating and drinking amid a buzz ofpopular commonplace conversation.
4.  "Carrie Madenda," said the drummer, firing at random. The lodgemembers knew him to be single.
5.  "I saw you," Hurstwood said, genially, the next time Drouetdrifted in to his polished resort, from which he could not stayaway. He raised his forefinger indicatively, as parents do tochildren.
6.  "Well, you never can tell," said Hurstwood. "There may besomething to it. I wouldn't bother about it myself, though. Bythe way," he added, "are you going anywhere to-night?"


1.  The man wrote an order on a small card. "Take that to ourbarns," he said, "and give it to the foreman. He'll show youwhat to do."
2.  "Who is it?" said the other.
3.  "Well, George," said another rotund citizen, whose avoirdupoismade necessary an almost alarming display of starched shirtbosom, "how goes it with you?"
4.  It occurred to him that the positions of bartenders weresometimes open, but he put this out of his mind. Bartender--he,the ex-manager!
5.   "Her family doesn't amount to anything, does it?" said Mrs.Hurstwood sympathetically. "They haven't anything, have they?"
6.  She shook her head.


1.  Back in the flat, he decided he would play no more.
3.  "Of course. Every hotel depends upon the repute of its patrons.A well-known actress like yourself," and he bowed politely, whileCarrie flushed, "draws attention to the hotel, and--although youmay not believe it--patrons."
4、  Carrie felt deeply grateful for this. She almost loved Lola forthe sympathy and praise she extended. It was so helpful to her--so almost necessary.
5、  "I thought maybe you didn't," he said, beating about the bush inthe most useless manner.




  • 花海中 08-09

      Hurstwood gazed with slightly parted lips. Drouet was fidgetingwith satisfaction.

  • 让·尼古拉斯哥 08-09

      This retort angered Carrie. She had had a dreary day of itherself.

  • 希拉里 08-09

       "Why, I went for a walk," said Carrie.

  • 孟晓苏 08-09

      "I think," she said, "I can do better in a serious play."

  • 刘学文 08-08

    {  He gave her credit for feelings superior to Drouet at the firstglance.

  • 大卫·亨斯利 08-07

      The manager looked at his lovely prize, so beautiful, so winsome,so difficult to be won, and made strange resolutions. Hispassion had gotten to that stage now where it was no longercoloured with reason. He did not trouble over little barriers ofthis sort in the face of so much loveliness. He would accept thesituation with all its difficulties; he would not try to answerthe objections which cold truth thrust upon him. He wouldpromise anything, everything, and trust to fortune to disentanglehim. He would make a try for Paradise, whatever might be theresult. He would be happy, by the Lord, if it cost all honestyof statement, all abandonment of truth.}

  • 杨晓彬 08-07

      "Carrie Meeber," she said slowly. "Three hundred and fifty-fourWest Van Buren Street, care S. C. Hanson."

  • 刘某良 08-07

      "In the evening?"

  • 倪志琪 08-06

       "Mr. Drouet is hurt and in the hospital. He wants to see you.The cab's downstairs."

  • 罗伯特·肯尼迪 08-04

    {  "Let the woman you look upon be wise or vain," said Carrie, hereyes bent sadly upon the lover, who had sunk into a seat,"beautiful or homely, rich or poor, she has but one thing she canreally give or refuse--her heart."

  • 亚历山大·茹科夫 08-04