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“
Hm
!
”
he
said
,
clearing
his
throat
and
locking
the
door
.
Now
he
began
leisurely
to
take
off
his
clothes
,
but
stopped
first
with
his
coat
,
and
tucked
it
along
the
crack
under
the
door
.
His
vest
he
arranged
in
the
same
place
.
His
old
wet
,
cracked
hat
he
laid
softly
upon
the
table
.
Then
he
pulled
off
his
shoes
and
lay
down
.
It
seemed
as
if
he
thought
a
while
,
for
now
he
arose
and
turned
the
gas
out
,
standing
calmly
in
the
blackness
,
hidden
from
view
.
After
a
few
moments
,
in
which
he
reviewed
nothing
,
but
merely
hesitated
,
he
turned
the
gas
on
again
,
but
applied
no
match
.
Even
then
he
stood
there
,
hidden
wholly
in
that
kindness
which
is
night
,
while
the
uprising
fumes
filled
the
room
.
When
the
odour
reached
his
nostrils
,
he
quit
his
attitude
and
fumbled
for
the
bed
.
“
What
’
s
the
use
?
”
he
said
,
weakly
,
as
he
stretched
himself
to
rest
.
And
now
Carrie
had
attained
that
which
in
the
beginning
seemed
life
’
s
object
,
or
,
at
least
,
such
fraction
of
it
as
human
beings
ever
attain
of
their
original
desires
.
She
could
look
about
on
her
gowns
and
carriage
,
her
furniture
and
bank
account
.
Friends
there
were
,
as
the
world
takes
it
—
those
who
would
bow
and
smile
in
acknowledgment
of
her
success
.
For
these
she
had
once
craved
.
Applause
there
was
,
and
publicity
—
once
far
off
,
essential
things
,
but
now
grown
trivial
and
indifferent
.
Beauty
also
—
her
type
of
loveliness
—
and
yet
she
was
lonely
.
In
her
rocking
-
chair
she
sat
,
when
not
otherwise
engaged
—
singing
and
dreaming
.
Thus
in
life
there
is
ever
the
intellectual
and
the
emotional
nature
—
the
mind
that
reasons
,
and
the
mind
that
feels
.
Of
one
come
the
men
of
action
—
generals
and
statesmen
;
of
the
other
,
the
poets
and
dreamers
—
artists
all
.
As
harps
in
the
wind
,
the
latter
respond
to
every
breath
of
fancy
,
voicing
in
their
moods
all
the
ebb
and
flow
of
the
ideal
.
Man
has
not
yet
comprehended
the
dreamer
any
more
than
he
has
the
ideal
.
For
him
the
laws
and
morals
of
the
world
are
unduly
severe
.
Ever
hearkening
to
the
sound
of
beauty
,
straining
for
the
flash
of
its
distant
wings
,
he
watches
to
follow
,
wearying
his
feet
in
travelling
.
So
watched
Carrie
,
so
followed
,
rocking
and
singing
.
And
it
must
be
remembered
that
reason
had
little
part
in
this
.
Chicago
dawning
,
she
saw
the
city
offering
more
of
loveliness
than
she
had
ever
known
,
and
instinctively
,
by
force
of
her
moods
alone
,
clung
to
it
.
In
fine
raiment
and
elegant
surroundings
,
men
seemed
to
be
contented
.
Hence
,
she
drew
near
these
things
.
Chicago
,
New
York
;
Drouet
,
Hurstwood
;
the
world
of
fashion
and
the
world
of
stage
—
these
were
but
incidents
.
Not
them
,
but
that
which
they
represented
,
she
longed
for
.
Time
proved
the
representation
false
.
Oh
,
the
tangle
of
human
life
!
How
dimly
as
yet
we
see
.
Here
was
Carrie
,
in
the
beginning
poor
,
unsophisticated
,
emotional
;
responding
with
desire
to
everything
most
lovely
in
life
,
yet
finding
herself
turned
as
by
a
wall
.
Laws
to
say
:
“
Be
allured
,
if
you
will
,
by
everything
lovely
,
but
draw
not
nigh
unless
by
righteousness
.
”
Convention
to
say
:
“
You
shall
not
better
your
situation
save
by
honest
labour
.
”
If
honest
labour
be
unremunerative
and
difficult
to
endure
;
if
it
be
the
long
,
long
road
which
never
reaches
beauty
,
but
wearies
the
feet
and
the
heart
;
if
the
drag
to
follow
beauty
be
such
that
one
abandons
the
admired
way
,
taking
rather
the
despised
path
leading
to
her
dreams
quickly
,
who
shall
cast
the
first
stone
?
Not
evil
,
but
longing
for
that
which
is
better
,
more
often
directs
the
steps
of
the
erring
.
Not
evil
,
but
goodness
more
often
allures
the
feeling
mind
unused
to
reason
.
