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There
it
ran
winding
before
his
gaze
,
shining
brightly
in
the
clear
light
,
between
the
undulating
banks
on
the
right
and
the
tall
,
tree
-
covered
heights
on
the
left
.
The
spring
-
like
atmosphere
woke
him
to
a
sense
of
its
loveliness
,
and
for
a
few
moments
he
stood
looking
at
it
,
folding
his
hands
behind
his
back
.
Then
he
turned
and
followed
it
toward
the
east
side
,
idly
seeking
the
ships
he
had
seen
.
It
was
four
o
’
clock
before
the
waning
day
,
with
its
suggestion
of
a
cooler
evening
,
caused
him
to
return
.
He
was
hungry
and
would
enjoy
eating
in
the
warm
room
.
When
he
reached
the
flat
by
half
-
past
five
,
it
was
still
dark
.
He
knew
that
Carrie
was
not
there
,
not
only
because
there
was
no
light
showing
through
the
transom
,
but
because
the
evening
papers
were
stuck
between
the
outside
knob
and
the
door
.
He
opened
with
his
key
and
went
in
.
Everything
was
still
dark
.
Lighting
the
gas
,
he
sat
down
,
preparing
to
wait
a
little
while
.
Even
if
Carrie
did
come
now
,
dinner
would
be
late
.
He
read
until
six
,
then
got
up
to
fix
something
for
himself
.
As
he
did
so
,
he
noticed
that
the
room
seemed
a
little
queer
.
What
was
it
?
He
looked
around
,
as
if
he
missed
something
,
and
then
saw
an
envelope
near
where
he
had
been
sitting
.
It
spoke
for
itself
,
almost
without
further
action
on
his
part
.
Reaching
over
,
he
took
it
,
a
sort
of
chill
settling
upon
him
even
while
he
reached
.
The
crackle
of
the
envelope
in
his
hands
was
loud
.
Green
paper
money
lay
soft
within
the
note
.
“
Dear
George
,
”
he
read
,
crunching
the
money
in
one
hand
,
“
I
’
m
going
away
.
I
’
m
not
coming
back
any
more
.
It
’
s
no
use
trying
to
keep
up
the
flat
;
I
can
’
t
do
it
.
I
wouldn
’
t
mind
helping
you
,
if
I
could
,
but
I
can
’
t
support
us
both
,
and
pay
the
rent
.
I
need
what
little
I
make
to
pay
for
my
clothes
.
I
’
m
leaving
twenty
dollars
.
It
’
s
all
I
have
just
now
.
You
can
do
whatever
you
like
with
the
furniture
.
I
won
’
t
want
it
.
—
CARRIE
.
”
He
dropped
the
note
and
looked
quietly
round
.
Now
he
knew
what
he
missed
.
It
was
the
little
ornamental
clock
,
which
was
hers
.
It
had
gone
from
the
mantelpiece
.
He
went
into
the
front
room
,
his
bedroom
,
the
parlour
,
lighting
the
gas
as
he
went
.
From
the
chiffonier
had
gone
the
knick
-
knacks
of
silver
and
plate
.
From
the
table
-
top
,
the
lace
coverings
.
He
opened
the
wardrobe
—
no
clothes
of
hers
.
He
opened
the
drawers
—
nothing
of
hers
.
Her
trunk
was
gone
from
its
accustomed
place
.
Back
in
his
own
room
hung
his
old
clothes
,
just
as
he
had
left
them
.
Nothing
else
was
gone
.
He
stepped
into
the
parlour
and
stood
for
a
few
moments
looking
vacantly
at
the
floor
.
The
silence
grew
oppressive
.
The
little
flat
seemed
wonderfully
deserted
.
He
wholly
forgot
that
he
was
hungry
,
that
it
was
only
dinner
-
time
.
It
seemed
later
in
the
night
.
Suddenly
,
he
found
that
the
money
was
still
in
his
hands
.
There
were
twenty
dollars
in
all
,
as
she
had
said
Now
he
walked
back
,
leaving
the
lights
ablaze
,
and
feeling
as
if
the
flat
were
empty
.
