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“
No
,
no
,
Mr
.
Wheeler
,
”
said
Mr
.
Oeslogge
.
“
Dat
iss
all
right
.
”
Hurstwood
,
still
tactful
in
distress
,
added
nothing
to
this
.
It
seemed
an
easy
thing
.
He
looked
out
of
the
door
,
and
then
gathered
up
his
coffee
when
ready
and
came
away
.
The
game
of
a
desperate
man
had
begun
.
Rent
was
paid
,
and
now
came
the
grocer
.
Hurstwood
managed
by
paying
out
of
his
own
ten
and
collecting
from
Carrie
at
the
end
of
the
week
.
Then
he
delayed
a
day
next
time
settling
with
the
grocer
,
and
so
soon
had
his
ten
back
,
with
Oeslogge
getting
his
pay
on
this
Thursday
or
Friday
for
last
Saturday
’
s
bill
.
This
entanglement
made
Carrie
anxious
for
a
change
of
some
sort
.
Hurstwood
did
not
seem
to
realise
that
she
had
a
right
to
anything
.
He
schemed
to
make
what
she
earned
cover
all
expenses
,
but
seemed
not
to
trouble
over
adding
anything
himself
.
“
He
talks
about
worrying
,
”
thought
Carrie
.
“
If
he
worried
enough
he
couldn
’
t
sit
there
and
wait
for
me
.
He
’
d
get
something
to
do
.
No
man
could
go
seven
months
without
finding
something
if
he
tried
.
”
The
sight
of
him
always
around
in
his
untidy
clothes
and
gloomy
appearance
drove
Carrie
to
seek
relief
in
other
places
.
Twice
a
week
there
were
matinées
,
and
then
Hurstwood
ate
a
cold
snack
,
which
he
prepared
himself
.
Two
other
days
there
were
rehearsals
beginning
at
ten
in
the
morning
and
lasting
usually
until
one
.
Now
,
to
this
Carrie
added
a
few
visits
to
one
or
two
chorus
girls
,
including
the
blue
-
eyed
soldier
of
the
golden
helmet
.
She
did
it
because
it
was
pleasant
and
a
relief
from
dulness
of
the
home
over
which
her
husband
brooded
.
The
blue
-
eyed
soldier
’
s
name
was
Osborne
—
Lola
Osborne
.
Her
room
was
in
Nineteenth
Street
near
Fourth
Avenue
,
a
block
now
given
up
wholly
to
office
buildings
.
Here
she
had
a
comfortable
back
room
,
looking
over
a
collection
of
back
yards
in
which
grew
a
number
of
shade
trees
pleasant
to
see
.
“
Isn
’
t
your
home
in
New
York
?
”
she
asked
of
Lola
one
day
.
“
Yes
;
but
I
can
’
t
get
along
with
my
people
.
They
always
want
me
to
do
what
they
want
.
Do
you
live
here
?
”
