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“
Rubber
!
”
he
called
back
as
she
looked
after
him
.
There
was
nothing
of
the
gallant
in
him
.
Carrie
at
last
could
scarcely
sit
still
.
Her
legs
began
to
tire
and
she
wanted
to
get
up
and
stretch
.
Would
noon
never
come
?
It
seemed
as
if
she
had
worked
an
entire
day
.
She
was
not
hungry
at
all
,
but
weak
,
and
her
eyes
were
tired
,
straining
at
the
one
point
where
the
eye
-
punch
came
down
.
The
girl
at
the
right
noticed
her
squirmings
and
felt
sorry
for
her
.
She
was
concentrating
herself
too
thoroughly
—
what
she
did
really
required
less
mental
and
physical
strain
.
There
was
nothing
to
be
done
,
however
.
The
halves
of
the
uppers
came
piling
steadily
down
.
Her
hands
began
to
ache
at
the
wrists
and
then
in
the
fingers
,
and
towards
the
last
she
seemed
one
mass
of
dull
,
complaining
muscles
,
fixed
in
an
eternal
position
and
performing
a
single
mechanical
movement
which
became
more
and
more
distasteful
,
until
as
last
it
was
absolutely
nauseating
.
When
she
was
wondering
whether
the
strain
would
ever
cease
,
a
dull
-
sounding
bell
clanged
somewhere
down
an
elevator
shaft
,
and
the
end
came
.
In
an
instant
there
was
a
buzz
of
action
and
conversation
.
All
the
girls
instantly
left
their
stools
and
hurried
away
in
an
adjoining
room
,
men
passed
through
,
coming
from
some
department
which
opened
on
the
right
.
The
whirling
wheels
began
to
sing
in
a
steadily
modifying
key
,
until
at
last
they
died
away
in
a
low
buzz
.
There
was
an
audible
stillness
,
in
which
the
common
voice
sounded
strange
.
Carrie
got
up
and
sought
her
lunch
box
.
She
was
stiff
,
a
little
dizzy
,
and
very
thirsty
.
On
the
way
to
the
small
space
portioned
off
by
wood
,
where
all
the
wraps
and
lunches
were
kept
,
she
encountered
the
foreman
,
who
stared
at
her
hard
.
“
Well
,
”
he
said
,
“
did
you
get
along
all
right
?
”
“
I
think
so
,
”
she
replied
,
very
respectfully
.
“
Um
,
”
he
replied
,
for
want
of
something
better
,
and
walked
on
.
Under
better
material
conditions
,
this
kind
of
work
would
not
have
been
so
bad
,
but
the
new
socialism
which
involves
pleasant
working
conditions
for
employees
had
not
then
taken
hold
upon
manufacturing
companies
.
The
place
smelled
of
the
oil
of
the
machines
and
the
new
leather
—
a
combination
which
,
added
to
the
stale
odours
of
the
building
,
was
not
pleasant
even
in
cold
weather
.
The
floor
,
though
regularly
swept
every
evening
,
presented
a
littered
surface
.
Not
the
slightest
provision
had
been
made
for
the
comfort
of
the
employees
,
the
idea
being
that
something
was
gained
by
giving
them
as
little
and
making
the
work
as
hard
and
unremunerative
as
possible
.
What
we
know
of
foot
-
rests
,
swivel
-
back
chairs
,
dining
-
rooms
for
the
girls
,
clean
aprons
and
curling
irons
supplied
free
,
and
a
decent
cloak
room
,
were
unthought
of
.
The
washrooms
were
disagreeable
,
crude
,
if
not
foul
places
,
and
the
whole
atmosphere
was
sordid
.
Carrie
looked
about
her
,
after
she
had
drunk
a
tinful
of
water
from
a
bucket
in
one
corner
,
for
a
place
to
sit
and
eat
.
The
other
girls
had
ranged
themselves
about
the
windows
or
the
work
-
benches
of
those
of
the
men
who
had
gone
out
.
She
saw
no
place
which
did
not
hold
a
couple
or
a
group
of
girls
,
and
being
too
timid
to
think
of
intruding
herself
,
she
sought
out
her
machine
and
,
seated
upon
her
stool
,
opened
her
lunch
on
her
lap
.
There
she
sat
listening
to
the
chatter
and
comment
about
her
.
It
was
,
for
the
most
part
,
silly
and
graced
by
the
current
slang
.
Several
of
the
men
in
the
room
exchanged
compliments
with
the
girls
at
long
range
.
