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Carrie
was
an
apt
student
of
fortune
’
s
ways
—
of
fortune
’
s
superficialities
.
Seeing
a
thing
,
she
would
immediately
set
to
inquiring
how
she
would
look
,
properly
related
to
it
.
Be
it
known
that
this
is
not
fine
feeling
,
it
is
not
wisdom
.
The
greatest
minds
are
not
so
afflicted
;
and
on
the
contrary
,
the
lowest
order
of
mind
is
not
so
disturbed
.
Fine
clothes
to
her
were
a
vast
persuasion
;
they
spoke
tenderly
and
Jesuitically
for
themselves
.
When
she
came
within
earshot
of
their
pleading
,
desire
in
her
bent
a
willing
ear
.
The
voice
of
the
so
-
called
inanimate
!
Who
shall
translate
for
us
the
language
of
the
stones
?
“
My
dear
,
”
said
the
lace
collar
she
secured
from
Partridge
’
s
,
“
I
fit
you
beautifully
;
don
’
t
give
me
up
.
”
“
Ah
,
such
little
feet
,
”
said
the
leather
of
the
soft
new
shoes
;
“
how
effectively
I
cover
them
.
What
a
pity
they
should
ever
want
my
aid
.
”
Once
these
things
were
in
her
hand
,
on
her
person
,
she
might
dream
of
giving
them
up
;
the
method
by
which
they
came
might
intrude
itself
so
forcibly
that
she
would
ache
to
be
rid
of
the
thought
of
it
,
but
she
would
not
give
them
up
.
“
Put
on
the
old
clothes
—
that
torn
pair
of
shoes
,
”
was
called
to
her
by
her
conscience
in
vain
.
She
could
possibly
have
conquered
the
fear
of
hunger
and
gone
back
;
the
thought
of
hard
work
and
a
narrow
round
of
suffering
would
,
under
the
last
pressure
of
conscience
,
have
yielded
,
but
spoil
her
appearance
?
—
be
old
-
clothed
and
poor
-
appearing
?
—
never
!
Drouet
heightened
her
opinion
on
this
and
allied
subjects
in
such
a
manner
as
to
weaken
her
power
of
resisting
their
influence
.
It
is
so
easy
to
do
this
when
the
thing
opined
is
in
the
line
of
what
we
desire
.
In
his
hearty
way
,
he
insisted
upon
her
good
looks
.
He
looked
at
her
admiringly
,
and
she
took
it
at
its
full
value
.
Under
the
circumstances
,
she
did
not
need
to
carry
herself
as
pretty
women
do
.
She
picked
that
knowledge
up
fast
enough
for
herself
.
Drouet
had
a
habit
,
characteristic
of
his
kind
,
of
looking
after
stylishly
dressed
or
pretty
women
on
the
street
and
remarking
upon
them
.
He
had
just
enough
of
the
feminine
love
of
dress
to
be
a
good
judge
—
not
of
intellect
,
but
of
clothes
.
He
saw
how
they
set
their
little
feet
,
how
they
carried
their
chins
,
with
what
grace
and
sinuosity
they
swung
their
bodies
.
A
dainty
,
self
-
conscious
swaying
of
the
hips
by
a
woman
was
to
him
as
alluring
as
the
glint
of
rare
wine
to
a
toper
.
He
would
turn
and
follow
the
disappearing
vision
with
his
eyes
.
He
would
thrill
as
a
child
with
the
unhindered
passion
that
was
in
him
.
He
loved
the
thing
that
women
love
in
themselves
,
grace
.
At
this
,
their
own
shrine
,
he
knelt
with
them
,
an
ardent
devotee
.
“
Did
you
see
that
woman
who
went
by
just
now
?
”
he
said
to
Carrie
on
the
first
day
they
took
a
walk
together
.
“
Fine
stepper
,
wasn
’
t
she
?
”
Carrie
looked
,
and
observed
the
grace
commended
.
“
Yes
,
she
is
,
”
she
returned
,
cheerfully
,
a
little
suggestion
of
possible
defect
in
herself
awakening
in
her
mind
.
If
that
was
so
fine
,
she
must
look
at
it
more
closely
.
Instinctively
,
she
felt
a
desire
to
imitate
it
.
Surely
she
could
do
that
too
.
When
one
of
her
mind
sees
many
things
emphasized
and
re
-
emphasized
and
admired
,
she
gathers
the
logic
of
it
and
applies
accordingly
.
Drouet
was
not
shrewd
enough
to
see
that
this
was
not
tactful
.
He
could
not
see
that
it
would
be
better
to
make
her
feel
that
she
was
competing
with
herself
,
not
others
better
than
herself
.
He
would
not
have
done
it
with
an
older
,
wiser
woman
,
but
in
Carrie
he
saw
only
the
novice
.
Less
clever
than
she
,
he
was
naturally
unable
to
comprehend
her
sensibility
.
He
went
on
educating
and
wounding
her
,
a
thing
rather
foolish
in
one
whose
admiration
for
his
pupil
and
victim
was
apt
to
grow
.
