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“
You
look
fine
that
way
,
Cad
,
”
he
said
.
“
Do
I
?
”
she
replied
,
sweetly
.
It
made
her
try
for
other
effects
that
selfsame
day
.
She
used
her
feet
less
heavily
,
a
thing
that
was
brought
about
by
her
attempting
to
imitate
the
treasurer
’
s
daughter
’
s
graceful
carriage
.
How
much
influence
the
presence
of
that
young
woman
in
the
same
house
had
upon
her
it
would
be
difficult
to
say
.
But
,
because
of
all
these
things
,
when
Hurstwood
called
he
had
found
a
young
woman
who
was
much
more
than
the
Carrie
to
whom
Drouet
had
first
spoken
.
The
primary
defects
of
dress
and
manner
had
passed
.
She
was
pretty
,
graceful
,
rich
in
the
timidity
born
of
uncertainty
,
and
with
a
something
childlike
in
her
large
eyes
which
captured
the
fancy
of
this
starched
and
conventional
poser
among
men
.
It
was
the
ancient
attraction
of
the
fresh
for
the
stale
.
If
there
was
a
touch
of
appreciation
left
in
him
for
the
bloom
and
unsophistication
which
is
the
charm
of
youth
,
it
rekindled
now
.
He
looked
into
her
pretty
face
and
felt
the
subtle
waves
of
young
life
radiating
therefrom
.
In
that
large
clear
eye
he
could
see
nothing
that
his
blasé
nature
could
understand
as
guile
.
The
little
vanity
,
if
he
could
have
perceived
it
there
,
would
have
touched
him
as
a
pleasant
thing
.
“
I
wonder
,
”
he
said
,
as
he
rode
away
in
his
cab
,
“
how
Drouet
came
to
win
her
.
”
He
gave
her
credit
for
feelings
superior
to
Drouet
at
the
first
glance
.
The
cab
plopped
along
between
the
far
-
receding
lines
of
gas
lamps
on
either
hand
.
He
folded
his
gloved
hands
and
saw
only
the
lighted
chamber
and
Carrie
’
s
face
.
He
was
pondering
over
the
delight
of
youthful
beauty
.
“
I
’
ll
have
a
bouquet
for
her
,
”
he
thought
.
“
Drouet
won
’
t
mind
.
”
He
never
for
a
moment
concealed
the
fact
of
her
attraction
for
himself
.
He
troubled
himself
not
at
all
about
Drouet
’
s
priority
.
He
was
merely
floating
those
gossamer
threads
of
thought
which
,
like
the
spider
’
s
,
he
hoped
would
lay
hold
somewhere
.
He
did
not
know
,
he
could
not
guess
,
what
the
result
would
be
.
A
few
weeks
later
Drouet
,
in
his
peregrinations
,
encountered
one
of
his
well
-
dressed
lady
acquaintances
in
Chicago
on
his
return
from
a
short
trip
to
Omaha
.
He
had
intended
to
hurry
out
to
Ogden
Place
and
surprise
Carrie
,
but
now
he
fell
into
an
interesting
conversation
and
soon
modified
his
original
intention
.
“
Let
’
s
go
to
dinner
,
”
he
said
,
little
recking
any
chance
meeting
which
might
trouble
his
way
.
