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“
Where
can
I
go
?
”
“
Why
,
there
’
re
lots
of
places
,
”
returned
Lola
,
who
was
thinking
of
her
own
lightsome
tourneys
with
the
gay
youths
.
“
You
won
’
t
go
with
anybody
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
want
to
go
with
these
people
who
write
to
me
.
I
know
what
kind
they
are
.
”
“
You
oughtn
’
t
to
be
lonely
,
”
said
Lola
,
thinking
of
Carrie
’
s
success
.
“
There
’
re
lots
would
give
their
ears
to
be
in
your
shoes
.
”
Carrie
looked
out
again
at
the
passing
crowd
.
“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
she
said
.
Unconsciously
her
idle
hands
were
beginning
to
weary
.
The
gloomy
Hurstwood
,
sitting
in
his
cheap
hotel
,
where
he
had
taken
refuge
with
seventy
dollars
—
the
price
of
his
furniture
—
between
him
and
nothing
,
saw
a
hot
summer
out
and
a
cool
fall
in
,
reading
.
He
was
not
wholly
indifferent
to
the
fact
that
his
money
was
slipping
away
.
As
fifty
cents
after
fifty
cents
were
paid
out
for
a
day
’
s
lodging
he
became
uneasy
,
and
finally
took
a
cheaper
room
—
thirty
-
five
cents
a
day
—
to
make
his
money
last
longer
.
Frequently
he
saw
notices
of
Carrie
.
Her
picture
was
in
the
“
World
”
once
or
twice
,
and
an
old
“
Herald
”
he
found
in
a
chair
informed
him
that
she
had
recently
appeared
with
some
others
at
a
benefit
for
something
or
other
.
He
read
these
things
with
mingled
feelings
.
Each
one
seemed
to
put
her
farther
and
farther
away
into
a
realm
which
became
more
imposing
as
it
receded
from
him
.
On
the
billboards
,
too
,
he
saw
a
pretty
poster
,
showing
her
as
the
Quaker
Maid
,
demure
and
dainty
.
More
than
once
he
stopped
and
looked
at
these
,
gazing
at
the
pretty
face
in
a
sullen
sort
of
way
.
His
clothes
were
shabby
,
and
he
presented
a
marked
contrast
to
all
that
she
now
seemed
to
be
.
Somehow
,
so
long
as
he
knew
she
was
at
the
Casino
,
though
he
had
never
any
intention
of
going
near
her
,
there
was
a
subconscious
comfort
for
him
—
he
was
not
quite
alone
.
The
show
seemed
such
a
fixture
that
,
after
a
month
or
two
,
he
began
to
take
it
for
granted
that
it
was
still
running
.
In
September
it
went
on
the
road
and
he
did
not
notice
it
.
When
all
but
twenty
dollars
of
his
money
was
gone
,
he
moved
to
a
fifteen
-
cent
lodging
-
house
in
the
Bowery
,
where
there
was
a
bare
lounging
-
room
filled
with
tables
and
benches
as
well
as
some
chairs
.
Here
his
preference
was
to
close
his
eyes
and
dream
of
other
days
,
a
habit
which
grew
upon
him
.
It
was
not
sleep
at
first
,
but
a
mental
hearkening
back
to
scenes
and
incidents
in
his
Chicago
life
.
As
the
present
became
darker
,
the
past
grew
brighter
,
and
all
that
concerned
it
stood
in
relief
.
