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So
here
it
was
spread
out
clear
before
him
,
and
now
he
knew
what
to
expect
.
If
he
didn
’
t
go
and
see
them
they
would
sue
him
promptly
.
If
he
did
,
he
would
be
offered
terms
that
would
make
his
blood
boil
.
He
folded
the
letter
and
put
it
with
the
other
one
.
Then
he
put
on
his
hat
and
went
for
a
turn
about
the
block
.
Carrie
,
left
alone
by
Drouet
,
listened
to
his
retreating
steps
,
scarcely
realising
what
had
happened
.
She
knew
that
he
had
stormed
out
.
It
was
some
moments
before
she
questioned
whether
he
would
return
,
not
now
exactly
,
but
ever
.
She
looked
around
her
upon
the
rooms
,
out
of
which
the
evening
light
was
dying
,
and
wondered
why
she
did
not
feel
quite
the
same
towards
them
.
She
went
over
to
the
dresser
and
struck
a
match
,
lighting
the
gas
.
Then
she
went
back
to
the
rocker
to
think
.
It
was
some
time
before
she
could
collect
her
thoughts
,
but
when
she
did
,
this
truth
began
to
take
on
importance
.
She
was
quite
alone
.
Suppose
Drouet
did
not
come
back
?
Suppose
she
should
never
hear
anything
more
of
him
?
This
fine
arrangement
of
chambers
would
not
last
long
.
She
would
have
to
quit
them
.
To
her
credit
,
be
it
said
,
she
never
once
counted
on
Hurstwood
.
She
could
only
approach
that
subject
with
a
pang
of
sorrow
and
regret
.
For
a
truth
,
she
was
rather
shocked
and
frightened
by
this
evidence
of
human
depravity
.
He
would
have
tricked
her
without
turning
an
eyelash
.
She
would
have
been
led
into
a
newer
and
worse
situation
.
And
yet
she
could
not
keep
out
the
pictures
of
his
looks
and
manners
.
Only
this
one
deed
seemed
strange
and
miserable
.
It
contrasted
sharply
with
all
she
felt
and
knew
concerning
the
man
.
But
she
was
alone
.
That
was
the
greater
thought
just
at
present
.
How
about
that
?
Would
she
go
out
to
work
again
?
Would
she
begin
to
look
around
in
the
business
district
?
The
stage
!
Oh
,
yes
.
Drouet
had
spoken
about
that
.
Was
there
any
hope
there
?
She
moved
to
and
fro
,
in
deep
and
varied
thoughts
,
while
the
minutes
slipped
away
and
night
fell
completely
.
She
had
had
nothing
to
eat
,
and
yet
there
she
sat
,
thinking
it
over
.
She
remembered
that
she
was
hungry
and
went
to
the
little
cupboard
in
the
rear
room
where
were
the
remains
of
one
of
their
breakfasts
.
She
looked
at
these
things
with
certain
misgivings
.
The
contemplation
of
food
had
more
significance
than
usual
.
While
she
was
eating
she
began
to
wonder
how
much
money
she
had
.
It
struck
her
as
exceedingly
important
,
and
without
ado
she
went
to
look
for
her
purse
.
It
was
on
the
dresser
,
and
in
it
were
seven
dollars
in
bills
and
some
change
.
She
quailed
as
she
thought
of
the
insignificance
of
the
amount
and
rejoiced
because
the
rent
was
paid
until
the
end
of
the
month
.
She
began
also
to
think
what
she
would
have
done
if
she
had
gone
out
into
the
street
when
she
first
started
.
By
the
side
of
that
situation
,
as
she
looked
at
it
now
,
the
present
seemed
agreeable
.
She
had
a
little
time
at
least
,
and
then
,
perhaps
,
everything
would
come
out
all
right
,
after
all
.
Drouet
had
gone
,
but
what
of
it
?
He
did
not
seem
seriously
angry
.
He
only
acted
as
if
he
were
huffy
.
He
would
come
back
—
of
course
he
would
.
There
was
his
cane
in
the
corner
.
Here
was
one
of
his
collars
.
He
had
left
his
light
overcoat
in
the
wardrobe
.
She
looked
about
and
tried
to
assure
herself
with
the
sight
of
a
dozen
such
details
,
but
,
alas
,
the
secondary
thought
arrived
.
Supposing
he
did
come
back
.
Then
what
?
Here
was
another
proposition
nearly
,
if
not
quite
,
as
disturbing
.
She
would
have
to
talk
with
and
explain
to
him
.
