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Such
an
atmosphere
could
hardly
come
under
the
category
of
home
life
.
It
ran
along
by
force
of
habit
,
by
force
of
conventional
opinion
With
the
lapse
of
time
it
must
necessarily
become
dryer
and
dryer
—
must
eventually
be
tinder
,
easily
lighted
and
destroyed
.
In
the
light
of
the
world
’
s
attitude
toward
woman
and
her
duties
,
the
nature
of
Carrie
’
s
mental
state
deserves
consideration
.
Actions
such
as
hers
are
measured
by
an
arbitrary
scale
.
Society
possesses
a
conventional
standard
whereby
it
judges
all
things
.
All
men
should
be
good
,
all
women
virtuous
.
Wherefore
,
villain
,
hast
thou
failed
?
For
all
the
liberal
analysis
of
Spencer
and
our
modern
naturalistic
philosophers
,
we
have
but
an
infantile
perception
of
morals
.
There
is
more
in
the
subject
than
mere
conformity
to
a
law
of
evolution
.
It
is
yet
deeper
than
conformity
to
things
of
earth
alone
.
It
is
more
involved
than
we
,
as
yet
,
perceive
.
Answer
,
first
,
why
the
heart
thrills
;
explain
wherefore
some
plaintive
note
goes
wandering
about
the
world
,
undying
;
make
clear
the
rose
’
s
subtle
alchemy
evolving
its
ruddy
lamp
in
light
and
rain
.
In
the
essence
of
these
facts
lie
the
first
principles
of
morals
.
“
Oh
,
”
thought
Drouet
,
“
how
delicious
is
my
conquest
.
”
“
Ah
,
”
thought
Carrie
,
with
mournful
misgivings
,
“
what
is
it
I
have
lost
?
”
Before
this
world
-
old
proposition
we
stand
,
serious
,
interested
,
confused
;
endeavouring
to
evolve
the
true
theory
of
morals
—
the
true
answer
to
what
is
right
.
In
the
view
of
a
certain
stratum
of
society
,
Carrie
was
comfortably
established
—
in
the
eyes
of
the
starveling
,
beaten
by
every
wind
and
gusty
sheet
of
rain
,
she
was
safe
in
a
halcyon
harbour
.
Drouet
had
taken
three
rooms
,
furnished
,
in
Ogden
Place
,
facing
Union
Park
,
on
the
West
Side
.
That
was
a
little
,
green
-
carpeted
breathing
spot
,
than
which
,
to
-
day
,
there
is
nothing
more
beautiful
in
Chicago
.
It
afforded
a
vista
pleasant
to
contemplate
.
The
best
room
looked
out
upon
the
lawn
of
the
park
,
now
sear
and
brown
,
where
a
little
lake
lay
sheltered
.
Over
the
bare
limbs
of
the
trees
,
which
now
swayed
in
the
wintry
wind
,
rose
the
steeple
of
the
Union
Park
Congregational
Church
,
and
far
off
the
towers
of
several
others
.
The
rooms
were
comfortably
enough
furnished
.
There
was
a
good
Brussels
carpet
on
the
floor
,
rich
in
dull
red
and
lemon
shades
,
and
representing
large
jardinières
filled
with
gorgeous
,
impossible
flowers
.
There
was
a
large
pier
-
glass
mirror
between
the
two
windows
.
A
large
,
soft
,
green
,
plush
-
covered
couch
occupied
one
corner
,
and
several
rocking
-
chairs
were
set
about
.
Some
pictures
,
several
rugs
,
a
few
small
pieces
of
bric
-
à
-
brac
,
and
the
tale
of
contents
is
told
.
