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“
Moved
again
?
”
exclaimed
Carrie
,
laughing
.
“
Yes
.
You
know
I
can
’
t
stay
six
months
in
one
place
.
I
just
have
to
move
.
Remember
now
—
half
-
past
five
.
”
“
I
won
’
t
forget
,
”
said
Carrie
,
casting
a
glance
at
her
as
she
went
away
.
Then
it
came
to
her
that
she
was
as
good
as
this
woman
now
—
perhaps
better
.
Something
in
the
other
’
s
solicitude
and
interest
made
her
feel
as
if
she
were
the
one
to
condescend
.
Now
,
as
on
each
preceding
day
,
letters
were
handed
her
by
the
doorman
at
the
Casino
.
This
was
a
feature
which
had
rapidly
developed
since
Monday
.
What
they
contained
she
well
knew
.
Mash
notes
were
old
affairs
in
their
mildest
form
.
She
remembered
having
received
her
first
one
far
back
in
Columbia
City
.
Since
then
,
as
a
chorus
girl
,
she
had
received
others
—
gentlemen
who
prayed
for
an
engagement
.
They
were
common
sport
between
her
and
Lola
,
who
received
some
also
.
They
both
frequently
made
light
of
them
.
Now
,
however
,
they
came
thick
and
fast
.
Gentlemen
with
fortunes
did
not
hesitate
to
note
,
as
an
addition
to
their
own
amiable
collection
of
virtues
,
that
they
had
their
horses
and
carriages
.
Thus
one
:
“
I
have
a
million
in
my
own
right
.
I
could
give
you
every
luxury
.
There
isn
’
t
anything
you
could
ask
for
that
you
couldn
’
t
have
.
I
say
this
,
not
because
I
want
to
speak
of
my
money
,
but
because
I
love
you
and
wish
to
gratify
your
every
desire
.
It
is
love
that
prompts
me
to
write
.
Will
you
not
give
me
one
half
-
hour
in
which
to
plead
my
cause
?
”
Such
of
these
letters
as
came
while
Carrie
was
still
in
the
Seventeenth
Street
place
were
read
with
more
interest
—
though
never
delight
—
than
those
which
arrived
after
she
was
installed
in
her
luxurious
quarters
at
the
Wellington
.
Even
there
her
vanity
—
or
that
self
-
appreciation
which
,
in
its
more
rabid
form
,
is
called
vanity
—
was
not
sufficiently
cloyed
to
make
these
things
wearisome
.
Adulation
,
being
new
in
any
form
,
pleased
her
.
Only
she
was
sufficiently
wise
to
distinguish
between
her
old
condition
and
her
new
one
.
She
had
not
had
fame
or
money
before
.
Now
they
had
come
.
She
had
not
had
adulation
and
affectionate
propositions
before
.
Now
they
had
come
.
Wherefore
?
She
smiled
to
think
that
men
should
suddenly
find
her
so
much
more
attractive
.
In
the
least
way
it
incited
her
to
coolness
and
indifference
.
“
Do
look
here
,
”
she
remarked
to
Lola
.
“
See
what
this
man
says
:
‘
If
you
will
only
deign
to
grant
me
one
half
-
hour
,
’
”
she
repeated
,
with
an
imitation
of
languor
.
“
The
idea
.
Aren
’
t
men
silly
?
”
