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“
Oh
,
”
she
was
about
to
exclaim
,
but
checked
herself
and
allowed
her
thoughts
to
die
without
expression
.
“
We
’
re
not
exactly
in
need
of
anybody
,
”
he
went
on
vaguely
,
looking
her
over
as
one
would
a
package
.
“
You
can
come
on
Monday
morning
,
though
,
”
he
added
,
“
and
I
’
ll
put
you
to
work
.
”
“
Thank
you
,
”
said
Carrie
weakly
.
“
If
you
come
,
bring
an
apron
,
”
he
added
.
He
walked
away
and
left
her
standing
by
the
elevator
,
never
so
much
as
inquiring
her
name
.
While
the
appearance
of
the
shop
and
the
announcement
of
the
price
paid
per
week
operated
very
much
as
a
blow
to
Carrie
’
s
fancy
,
the
fact
that
work
of
any
kind
was
offered
after
so
rude
a
round
of
experience
was
gratifying
.
She
could
not
begin
to
believe
that
she
would
take
the
place
,
modest
as
her
aspirations
were
.
She
had
been
used
to
better
than
that
.
Her
mere
experience
and
the
free
out
-
of
-
door
life
of
the
country
caused
her
nature
to
revolt
at
such
confinement
.
Dirt
had
never
been
her
share
.
Her
sister
’
s
flat
was
clean
.
This
place
was
grimy
and
low
,
the
girls
were
careless
and
hardened
.
They
must
be
bad
-
minded
and
hearted
,
she
imagined
.
Still
,
a
place
had
been
offered
her
.
Surely
Chicago
was
not
so
bad
if
she
could
find
one
place
in
one
day
.
She
might
find
another
and
better
later
.
Her
subsequent
experiences
were
not
of
a
reassuring
nature
,
however
.
From
all
the
more
pleasing
or
imposing
places
she
was
turned
away
abruptly
with
the
most
chilling
formality
.
In
others
where
she
applied
only
the
experienced
were
required
.
She
met
with
painful
rebuffs
,
the
most
trying
of
which
had
been
in
a
manufacturing
cloak
house
,
where
she
had
gone
to
the
fourth
floor
to
inquire
.
“
No
,
no
,
”
said
the
foreman
,
a
rough
,
heavily
built
individual
,
who
looked
after
a
miserably
lighted
workshop
,
“
we
don
’
t
want
any
one
.
Don
’
t
come
here
.
”
With
the
wane
of
the
afternoon
went
her
hopes
,
her
courage
,
and
her
strength
.
She
had
been
astonishingly
persistent
.
So
earnest
an
effort
was
well
deserving
of
a
better
reward
.
On
every
hand
,
to
her
fatigued
senses
,
the
great
business
portion
grew
larger
,
harder
,
more
stolid
in
its
indifference
.
It
seemed
as
if
it
was
all
closed
to
her
,
that
the
struggle
was
too
fierce
for
her
to
hope
to
do
anything
at
all
.
Men
and
women
hurried
by
in
long
,
shifting
lines
.
She
felt
the
flow
of
the
tide
of
effort
and
interest
—
felt
her
own
helplessness
without
quite
realising
the
wisp
on
the
tide
that
she
was
.
