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日期:2020-08-06 17:02:29

1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  As she dressed with a flutter, in her little stage room, hearingthe voices outside, seeing Mr. Quincel hurrying here and there,noting Mrs. Morgan and Mrs. Hoagland at their nervous work ofpreparation, seeing all the twenty members of the cast movingabout and worrying over what the result would be, she could nothelp thinking what a delight this would be if it would endure;how perfect a state, if she could only do well now, and then sometime get a place as a real actress. The thought had taken amighty hold upon her. It hummed in her ears as the melody of anold song.
2.  Hurstwood nodded his head.
3.  On the way he met a comfortable-looking gentleman, coming, clean-shaven, out of a fine barber shop.
4.  They went to look at it. Carrie had saved ten dollars from herexpenditures--enough for this and her board beside. Her enlargedsalary would not begin for ten days yet--would not reach her forseventeen. She paid half of the six dollars with her friend.
6.  Hurstwood rose and took the money, slipping on his overcoat andgetting his hat. Carrie noticed that both of these articles ofapparel were old and poor looking in appearance. It was plainenough before, but now it came home with peculiar force. Perhapshe couldn't help it, after all. He had done well in Chicago.She remembered his fine appearance the days he had met her in thepark. Then he was so sprightly, so clean. Had it been all hisfault?


1.  "It is, eh?" exclaimed the big comedian. "She killed my hand allright. I'm not going to stand that."
2.  At the same time Hurstwood kept himself wholly in the background.The members of Custer Lodge could scarcely understand why theirlittle affair was taking so well. Mr. Harry Quincel was lookedupon as quite a star for this sort of work.
3.  These little expeditions took up her time until quite fouro'clock, when she was weary enough to go home. She felt as ifshe ought to continue and inquire elsewhere, but the results sofar were too dispiriting. She took the car and arrived at OgdenPlace in three-quarters of an hour, but decided to ride on to theWest Side branch of the Post-office, where she was accustomed toreceive Hurstwood's letters. There was one there now, writtenSaturday, which she tore open and read with mingled feelings.There was so much warmth in it and such tense complaint at herhaving failed to meet him, and her subsequent silence, that sherather pitied the man. That he loved her was evident enough.That he had wished and dared to do so, married as he was, was theevil. She felt as if the thing deserved an answer, andconsequently decided that she would write and let him know thatshe knew of his married state and was justly incensed at hisdeception. She would tell him that it was all over between them.
4.  Carrie put out her hand, smiling, if for nothing more than theman's exuberant good-nature. Though older, he was but slightlychanged. The same fine clothes, the same stocky body, the samerosy countenance.
5.  "Oh, nothing--nothing much."
6.  "Well, you rest a little while I smoke," he said, rising, andthen he foolishly went to the forward platform of the car andleft the game as it stood.


1.  Carrie almost trembled for her daring after she had said this.All members of the company had been warned that to interpolatelines or "business" meant a fine or worse. She did not know whatto think.
2.  She put on her hat and fidgeted around the table in the littlebedroom, wondering where to slip the note. Finally she put itunder Minnie's hair-brush.
3.  "Yes, you did," she said.
4.  This pleased Hurstwood immensely. He gave Drouet no credit forany feelings toward Carrie whatever. He envied him, and now, ashe looked at the well-dressed jolly salesman, whom he so muchliked, the gleam of the rival glowed in his eye. He began to"size up" Drouet from the standpoints of wit and fascination. Hebegan to look to see where he was weak. There was no disputingthat, whatever he might think of him as a good fellow, he felt acertain amount of contempt for him as a lover. He could hoodwinkhim all right. Why, if he would just let Carrie see one suchlittle incident as that of Thursday, it would settle the matter.He ran on in thought, almost exulting, the while he laughed andchatted, and Drouet felt nothing. He had no power of analysingthe glance and the atmosphere of a man like Hurstwood. He stoodand smiled and accepted the invitation while his friend examinedhim with the eye of a hawk.
5.   Hurstwood did not understand. He was wondering how she was to bepersuaded--what appeal would move her to forsake Drouet. Hebegan to wonder how far her affection for him would carry her.He was thinking of some question which would make her tell.
6.  She sat with Minnie, in the kitchen, holding the baby until itbegan to cry. Then she walked and sang to it, until Hanson,disturbed in his reading, came and took it. A pleasant side tohis nature came out here. He was patient. One could see that hewas very much wrapped up in his offspring.


1.  "Is that so?" said Hurstwood, considerably taken back; then, asif burdened with something important, "You don't know to whichtheatre?"
2.  "Don't you bother about those people out there," he said atparting. "I'll help you."
3.  For nearly a quarter of a century, in another section of thecity, Fleischmann, the baker, had given a loaf of bread to anyone who would come for it to the side door of his restaurant atthe corner of Broadway and Tenth Street, at midnight. Everynight during twenty years about three hundred men had formed inline and at the appointed time marched past the doorway, pickedtheir loaf from a great box placed just outside, and vanishedagain into the night. From the beginning to the present timethere had been little change in the character or number of thesemen. There were two or three figures that had grown familiar tothose who had seen this little procession pass year after year.Two of them had missed scarcely a night in fifteen years. Therewere about forty, more or less, regular callers. The remainderof the line was formed of strangers. In times of panic andunusual hardships there were seldom more than three hundred. Intimes of prosperity, when little is heard of the unemployed,there were seldom less. The same number, winter and summer, instorm or calm, in good times and bad, held this melancholymidnight rendezvous at Fleischmann's bread box.
4、  "Good for her," said the manager. "It'll be a real nice affair.Do her good, too. Has she ever had any experience?"
5、  "No more to-night?"




  • 蒋朗朗 08-05

      "Well, that's an outrage," said Drouet. "You oughtn't to beworking for those people. Have the factory right back of thestore, don't they?"

  • 何琳 08-05

      "All alone?" she said.

  • 郑秋生 08-05

       "You can come to-day or to-morrow--the earlier the better--and wewill give you your choice of nice, light, outside rooms--the verybest we have."

  • 于德清 08-05

      Such feelings as were generated in Carrie by this walk put her inan exceedingly receptive mood for the pathos which followed inthe play. The actor whom they had gone to see had achieved hispopularity by presenting a mellow type of comedy, in whichsufficient sorrow was introduced to lend contrast and relief tohumour. For Carrie, as we well know, the stage had a greatattraction. She had never forgotten her one histrionicachievement in Chicago. It dwelt in her mind and occupied herconsciousness during many long afternoons in which her rocking-chair and her latest novel contributed the only pleasures of herstate. Never could she witness a play without having her ownability vividly brought to consciousness. Some scenes made herlong to be a part of them--to give expression to the feelingswhich she, in the place of the character represented, would feel.Almost invariably she would carry the vivid imaginations awaywith her and brood over them the next day alone. She lived asmuch in these things as in the realities which made up her dailylife.

  • 郁蕾娣 08-04

    {  "Where is the residence part?" asked Carrie, who did not take thetall five-story walls on either hand to be the abodes offamilies.

  • 贺建荣 08-03

      There was such an ingratiating tone about Hurstwood's voice, theinsinuation was so perceptible that even Carrie got the humour ofit.}

  • 黄来宝 08-03

      Hurstwood felt some of this in her nature, though he did notactually perceive it. He dwelt with her in peace and somesatisfaction. He did not fear her in the least--there was nocause for it. She still took a faint pride in him, which wasaugmented by her desire to have her social integrity maintained.She was secretly somewhat pleased by the fact that much of herhusband's property was in her name, a precaution which Hurstwoodhad taken when his home interests were somewhat more alluringthan at present. His wife had not the slightest reason to feelthat anything would ever go amiss with their household, and yetthe shadows which run before gave her a thought of the good of itnow and then. She was in a position to become refractory withconsiderable advantage, and Hurstwood conducted himselfcircumspectly because he felt that he could not be sure ofanything once she became dissatisfied.

  • 蕾切尔·阿普尔亚德 08-03

      "I have a place."

  • 辛为民 08-02

       "Fifty dollars."

  • 李宁云 07-31

    {  "Nor I."

  • 巫建强 07-31

      The manager was no fool to be led blindly away by such an errantproposition as this, but his situation was peculiar. Wine was inhis veins. It had crept up into his head and given him a warmview of the situation. It also coloured the possibilities of tenthousand for him. He could see great opportunities with that.He could get Carrie. Oh, yes, he could! He could get rid of hiswife. That letter, too, was waiting discussion to-morrowmorning. He would not need to answer that. He went back to thesafe and put his hand on the knob. Then he pulled the door openand took the drawer with the money quite out.