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“
Do
you
think
I
’
d
come
home
here
and
urge
you
to
do
something
that
I
didn
’
t
think
you
would
make
a
success
of
?
You
can
act
all
right
.
It
’
ll
be
good
for
you
.
”
“
When
must
I
go
?
”
said
Carrie
,
reflectively
.
“
The
first
rehearsal
is
Friday
night
.
I
’
ll
get
the
part
for
you
to
-
night
.
”
“
All
right
,
”
said
Carrie
resignedly
,
“
I
’
ll
do
it
,
but
if
I
make
a
failure
now
it
’
s
your
fault
.
”
“
You
won
’
t
fail
,
”
assured
Drouet
.
“
Just
act
as
you
do
around
here
.
Be
natural
.
You
’
re
all
right
.
I
’
ve
often
thought
you
’
d
make
a
corking
good
actress
.
”
“
Did
you
really
?
”
asked
Carrie
.
“
That
’
s
right
,
”
said
the
drummer
.
He
little
knew
as
he
went
out
of
the
door
that
night
what
a
secret
flame
he
had
kindled
in
the
bosom
of
the
girl
he
left
behind
.
Carrie
was
possessed
of
that
sympathetic
,
impressionable
nature
which
,
ever
in
the
most
developed
form
,
has
been
the
glory
of
the
drama
.
She
was
created
with
that
passivity
of
soul
which
is
always
the
mirror
of
the
active
world
.
She
possessed
an
innate
taste
for
imitation
and
no
small
ability
.
Even
without
practice
,
she
could
sometimes
restore
dramatic
situations
she
had
witnessed
by
re
-
creating
,
before
her
mirror
,
the
expressions
of
the
various
faces
taking
part
in
the
scene
.
She
loved
to
modulate
her
voice
after
the
conventional
manner
of
the
distressed
heroine
,
and
repeat
such
pathetic
fragments
as
appealed
most
to
her
sympathies
.
Of
late
,
seeing
the
airy
grace
of
the
ingenue
in
several
well
-
constructed
plays
,
she
had
been
moved
to
secretly
imitate
it
,
and
many
were
the
little
movements
and
expressions
of
the
body
in
which
she
indulged
from
time
to
time
in
the
privacy
of
her
chamber
.
On
several
occasions
,
when
Drouet
had
caught
her
admiring
herself
,
as
he
imagined
,
in
the
mirror
,
she
was
doing
nothing
more
than
recalling
some
little
grace
of
the
mouth
or
the
eyes
which
she
had
witnessed
in
another
.
Under
his
airy
accusation
she
mistook
this
for
vanity
and
accepted
the
blame
with
a
faint
sense
of
error
,
though
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
it
was
nothing
more
than
the
first
subtle
outcroppings
of
an
artistic
nature
,
endeavouring
to
re
-
create
the
perfect
likeness
of
some
phase
of
beauty
which
appealed
to
her
.
In
such
feeble
tendencies
,
be
it
known
,
such
outworking
of
desire
to
reproduce
life
,
lies
the
basis
of
all
dramatic
art
.
Now
,
when
Carrie
heard
Drouet
’
s
laudatory
opinion
of
her
dramatic
ability
,
her
body
tingled
with
satisfaction
.
Like
the
flame
which
welds
the
loosened
particles
into
a
solid
mass
,
his
words
united
those
floating
wisps
of
feeling
which
she
had
felt
,
but
never
believed
,
concerning
her
possible
ability
,
and
made
them
into
a
gaudy
shred
of
hope
.
Like
all
human
beings
,
she
had
a
touch
of
vanity
.
She
felt
that
she
could
do
things
if
she
only
had
a
chance
.
How
often
had
she
looked
at
the
well
-
dressed
actresses
on
the
stage
and
wondered
how
she
would
look
,
how
delightful
she
would
feel
if
only
she
were
in
their
place
.
