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“
I
guess
he
must
have
forgotten
,
”
exclaimed
his
wife
blandly
.
In
the
past
he
had
always
commanded
a
certain
amount
of
respect
,
which
was
a
compound
of
appreciation
and
awe
.
The
familiarity
which
in
part
still
existed
between
himself
and
his
daughter
he
had
courted
.
As
it
was
,
it
did
not
go
beyond
the
light
assumption
of
words
.
The
tone
was
always
modest
.
Whatever
had
been
,
however
,
had
lacked
affection
,
and
now
he
saw
that
he
was
losing
track
of
their
doings
.
His
knowledge
was
no
longer
intimate
.
He
sometimes
saw
them
at
table
,
and
sometimes
did
not
.
He
heard
of
their
doings
occasionally
,
more
often
not
.
Some
days
he
found
that
he
was
all
at
sea
as
to
what
they
were
talking
about
—
things
they
had
arranged
to
do
or
that
they
had
done
in
his
absence
.
More
affecting
was
the
feeling
that
there
were
little
things
going
on
of
which
he
no
longer
heard
.
Jessica
was
beginning
to
feel
that
her
affairs
were
her
own
.
George
,
Jr
.
,
flourished
about
as
if
he
were
a
man
entirely
and
must
needs
have
private
matters
.
All
this
Hurstwood
could
see
,
and
it
left
a
trace
of
feeling
,
for
he
was
used
to
being
considered
—
in
his
official
position
,
at
least
—
and
felt
that
his
importance
should
not
begin
to
wane
here
.
To
darken
it
all
,
he
saw
the
same
indifference
and
independence
growing
in
his
wife
,
while
he
looked
on
and
paid
the
bills
.
He
consoled
himself
with
the
thought
,
however
,
that
,
after
all
,
he
was
not
without
affection
.
Things
might
go
as
they
would
at
his
house
,
but
he
had
Carrie
outside
of
it
.
With
his
mind
’
s
eye
he
looked
into
her
comfortable
room
in
Ogden
Place
,
where
he
had
spent
several
such
delightful
evenings
,
and
thought
how
charming
it
would
be
when
Drouet
was
disposed
of
entirely
and
she
was
waiting
evenings
in
cosey
little
quarters
for
him
.
That
no
cause
would
come
up
whereby
Drouet
would
be
led
to
inform
Carrie
concerning
his
married
state
,
he
felt
hopeful
.
Things
were
going
so
smoothly
that
he
believed
they
would
not
change
.
Shortly
now
he
would
persuade
Carrie
and
all
would
be
satisfactory
.
The
day
after
their
theatre
visit
he
began
writing
her
regularly
—
a
letter
every
morning
,
and
begging
her
to
do
as
much
for
him
.
He
was
not
literary
by
any
means
,
but
experience
of
the
world
and
his
growing
affection
gave
him
somewhat
of
a
style
.
This
he
exercised
at
his
office
desk
with
perfect
deliberation
.
He
purchased
a
box
of
delicately
coloured
and
scented
writing
paper
in
monogram
,
which
he
kept
locked
in
one
of
the
drawers
.
His
friends
now
wondered
at
the
cleric
and
very
official
-
looking
nature
of
his
position
.
The
five
bartenders
viewed
with
respect
the
duties
which
could
call
a
man
to
do
so
much
desk
-
work
and
penmanship
.
Hurstwood
surprised
himself
with
his
fluency
.
By
the
natural
law
which
governs
all
effort
,
what
he
wrote
reacted
upon
him
.
He
began
to
feel
those
subtleties
which
he
could
find
words
to
express
.
With
every
expression
came
increased
conception
.
Those
inmost
breathings
which
there
found
words
took
hold
upon
him
.
He
thought
Carrie
worthy
of
all
the
affection
he
could
there
express
.
Carrie
was
indeed
worth
loving
if
ever
youth
and
grace
are
to
command
that
token
of
acknowledgment
from
life
in
their
bloom
.
Experience
had
not
yet
taken
away
that
freshness
of
the
spirit
which
is
the
charm
of
the
body
.
Her
soft
eyes
contained
in
their
liquid
lustre
no
suggestion
of
the
knowledge
of
disappointment
.
She
had
been
troubled
in
a
way
by
doubt
and
longing
,
but
these
had
made
no
deeper
impression
than
could
be
traced
in
a
certain
open
wistfulness
of
glance
and
speech
.
The
mouth
had
the
expression
at
times
,
in
talking
and
in
repose
,
of
one
who
might
be
upon
the
verge
of
tears
.
It
was
not
that
grief
was
thus
ever
present
.
The
pronunciation
of
certain
syllables
gave
to
her
lips
this
peculiarity
of
formation
—
a
formation
as
suggestive
and
moving
as
pathos
itself
.
There
was
nothing
bold
in
her
manner
.
Life
had
not
taught
her
domination
—
superciliousness
of
grace
,
which
is
the
lordly
power
of
some
women
.
Her
longing
for
consideration
was
not
sufficiently
powerful
to
move
her
to
demand
it
.
Even
now
she
lacked
self
-
assurance
,
but
there
was
that
in
what
she
had
already
experienced
which
left
her
a
little
less
than
timid
.
She
wanted
pleasure
,
she
wanted
position
,
and
yet
she
was
confused
as
to
what
these
things
might
be
.
Every
hour
the
kaleidoscope
of
human
affairs
threw
a
new
lustre
upon
something
,
and
therewith
it
became
for
her
the
desired
—
the
all
.
Another
shift
of
the
box
,
and
some
other
had
become
the
beautiful
,
the
perfect
.
On
her
spiritual
side
,
also
,
she
was
rich
in
feeling
,
as
such
a
nature
well
might
be
.
Sorrow
in
her
was
aroused
by
many
a
spectacle
—
an
uncritical
upwelling
of
grief
for
the
weak
and
the
helpless
.
She
was
constantly
pained
by
the
sight
of
the
white
-
faced
,
ragged
men
who
slopped
desperately
by
her
in
a
sort
of
wretched
mental
stupor
.
The
poorly
clad
girls
who
went
blowing
by
her
window
evenings
,
hurrying
home
from
some
of
the
shops
of
the
West
Side
,
she
pitied
from
the
depths
of
her
heart
.
She
would
stand
and
bite
her
lips
as
they
passed
,
shaking
her
little
head
and
wondering
.
They
had
so
little
,
she
thought
.
It
was
so
sad
to
be
ragged
and
poor
.
The
hang
of
faded
clothes
pained
her
eyes
.
