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He
sensed
something
,
and
slipped
his
arm
over
her
shoulder
,
patting
her
arm
.
“
Come
on
,
”
he
said
gently
,
“
you
’
re
all
right
.
”
She
turned
to
slip
on
her
jacket
.
“
Better
wear
that
boa
about
your
throat
to
-
night
.
”
They
walked
north
on
Wabash
to
Adams
Street
and
then
west
.
The
lights
in
the
stores
were
already
shining
out
in
gushes
of
golden
hue
.
The
arc
lights
were
sputtering
overhead
,
and
high
up
were
the
lighted
windows
of
the
tall
office
buildings
.
The
chill
wind
whipped
in
and
out
in
gusty
breaths
.
Homeward
bound
,
the
six
o
’
clock
throng
bumped
and
jostled
.
Light
overcoats
were
turned
up
about
the
ears
,
hats
were
pulled
down
.
Little
shop
-
girls
went
fluttering
by
in
pairs
and
fours
,
chattering
,
laughing
.
It
was
a
spectacle
of
warm
-
blooded
humanity
.
Suddenly
a
pair
of
eyes
met
Carrie
’
s
in
recognition
.
They
were
looking
out
from
a
group
of
poorly
dressed
girls
.
Their
clothes
were
faded
and
loose
-
hanging
,
their
jackets
old
,
their
general
make
-
up
shabby
.
Carrie
recognised
the
glance
and
the
girl
.
She
was
one
of
those
who
worked
at
the
machines
in
the
shoe
factory
.
The
latter
looked
,
not
quite
sure
,
and
then
turned
her
head
and
looked
.
Carrie
felt
as
if
some
great
tide
had
rolled
between
them
.
The
old
dress
and
the
old
machine
came
back
.
She
actually
started
.
Drouet
didn
’
t
notice
until
Carrie
bumped
into
a
pedestrian
.
“
You
must
be
thinking
,
”
he
said
.
They
dined
and
went
to
the
theatre
.
That
spectacle
pleased
Carrie
immensely
.
The
colour
and
grace
of
it
caught
her
eye
.
She
had
vain
imaginings
about
place
and
power
,
about
far
-
off
lands
and
magnificent
people
.
When
it
was
over
,
the
clatter
of
coaches
and
the
throng
of
fine
ladies
made
her
stare
.
