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"
Not
this
time
.
I
wonder
what
move
he
will
decide
to
make
next
.
"
"
I
do
n't
see
very
well
what
it
can
be
.
He
knows
now
that
he
ca
n't
get
his
franchises
without
a
compromise
that
will
eat
into
his
profits
,
and
if
that
happens
he
ca
n't
sell
his
Union
Traction
stock
.
This
legislative
scheme
of
his
must
have
cost
him
all
of
three
hundred
thousand
dollars
,
and
what
has
he
to
show
for
it
?
The
new
legislature
,
unless
I
'm
greatly
mistaken
,
will
be
afraid
to
touch
anything
in
connection
with
him
.
It
's
hardly
likely
that
any
of
the
Springfield
politicians
will
want
to
draw
the
fire
of
the
newspapers
again
.
"
Schryhart
felt
very
powerful
,
imposing
--
sleek
,
indeed
--
now
that
his
theory
of
newspaper
publicity
as
a
cure
was
apparently
beginning
to
work
.
Hand
,
more
saturnine
,
more
responsive
to
the
uncertainty
of
things
mundane
--
the
shifty
undercurrents
that
are
perpetually
sapping
and
mining
below
--
was
agreeable
,
but
not
sure
.
Perhaps
so
.
In
regard
to
his
Eastern
life
during
this
interlude
,
Cowperwood
had
been
becoming
more
and
more
keenly
alive
to
the
futility
of
the
attempt
to
effect
a
social
rescue
for
Aileen
.
"
What
was
the
use
?
"
he
often
asked
himself
,
as
he
contemplated
her
movements
,
thoughts
,
plans
,
as
contrasted
with
the
natural
efficiency
,
taste
,
grace
,
and
subtlety
of
a
woman
like
Berenice
.
He
felt
that
the
latter
could
,
if
she
would
,
smooth
over
in
an
adroit
way
all
the
silly
social
antagonisms
which
were
now
afflicting
him
.
It
was
a
woman
's
game
,
he
frequently
told
himself
,
and
would
never
be
adjusted
till
he
had
the
woman
.
Simultaneously
Aileen
,
looking
at
the
situation
from
her
own
point
of
view
and
nonplussed
by
the
ineffectiveness
of
mere
wealth
when
not
combined
with
a
certain
social
something
which
she
did
not
appear
to
have
,
was
,
nevertheless
,
unwilling
to
surrender
her
dream
.
What
was
it
,
she
asked
herself
over
and
over
,
that
made
this
great
difference
between
women
and
women
?
The
question
contained
its
own
answer
,
but
she
did
not
know
that
.
She
was
still
good-looking
--
very
--
and
an
adept
in
self-ornamentation
,
after
her
manner
and
taste
.
So
great
had
been
the
newspaper
palaver
regarding
the
arrival
of
a
new
multimillionaire
from
the
West
and
the
palace
he
was
erecting
that
even
tradesmen
,
clerks
,
and
hall-boys
knew
of
her
.
Almost
invariably
,
when
called
upon
to
state
her
name
in
such
quarters
,
she
was
greeted
by
a
slight
start
of
recognition
,
a
swift
glance
of
examination
,
whispers
,
even
open
comment
.
That
was
something
.
Yet
how
much
more
,
and
how
different
were
those
rarefied
reaches
of
social
supremacy
to
which
popular
repute
bears
scarcely
any
relationship
at
all
.
How
different
,
indeed
?
From
what
Cowperwood
had
said
in
Chicago
she
had
fancied
that
when
they
took
up
their
formal
abode
in
New
York
he
would
make
an
attempt
to
straighten
out
his
life
somewhat
,
to
modify
the
number
of
his
indifferent
amours
and
to
present
an
illusion
of
solidarity
and
unity
.
Yet
,
now
that
they
had
actually
arrived
,
she
noticed
that
he
was
more
concerned
with
his
heightened
political
and
financial
complications
in
Illinois
and
with
his
art-collection
than
he
was
with
what
might
happen
to
be
going
on
in
the
new
home
or
what
could
be
made
to
happen
there
.
As
in
the
days
of
old
,
she
was
constantly
puzzled
by
his
persistent
evenings
out
and
his
sudden
appearances
and
disappearances
.
Yet
,
determine
as
she
might
,
rage
secretly
or
openly
as
she
would
,
she
could
not
cure
herself
of
the
infection
of
Cowperwood
,
the
lure
that
surrounded
and
substantiated
a
mind
and
spirit
far
greater
than
any
other
she
had
ever
known
.
Neither
honor
,
virtue
,
consistent
charity
,
nor
sympathy
was
there
,
but
only
a
gay
,
foamy
,
unterrified
sufficiency
and
a
creative
,
constructive
sense
of
beauty
that
,
like
sunlit
spray
,
glowing
with
all
the
irradiative
glories
of
the
morning
,
danced
and
fled
,
spun
driftwise
over
a
heavy
sea
of
circumstance
.
Life
,
however
dark
and
somber
,
could
never
apparently
cloud
his
soul
.
Brooding
and
idling
in
the
wonder
palace
of
his
construction
,
Aileen
could
see
what
he
was
like
.
The
silver
fountain
in
the
court
of
orchids
,
the
peach-like
glow
of
the
pink
marble
chamber
,
with
its
birds
and
flowers
,
the
serried
brilliance
of
his
amazing
art-collections
were
all
like
him
,
were
really
the
color
of
his
soul
.
To
think
that
after
all
she
was
not
the
one
to
bind
him
to
subjection
,
to
hold
him
by
golden
yet
steely
threads
of
fancy
to
the
hem
of
her
garment
!
To
think
that
he
should
no
longer
walk
,
a
slave
of
his
desire
,
behind
the
chariot
of
her
spiritual
and
physical
superiority
.
Yet
she
could
not
give
up
.
By
this
time
Cowperwood
had
managed
through
infinite
tact
and
a
stoic
disregard
of
his
own
aches
and
pains
to
re-establish
at
least
a
temporary
working
arrangement
with
the
Carter
household
.
To
Mrs.
Carter
he
was
still
a
Heaven-sent
son
of
light
.
Actually
in
a
mournful
way
she
pleaded
for
Cowperwood
,
vouching
for
his
disinterestedness
and
long-standing
generosity
.
Berenice
,
on
the
other
hand
,
was
swept
between
her
craving
for
a
great
state
for
herself
--
luxury
,
power
--
and
her
desire
to
conform
to
the
current
ethics
and
morals
of
life
.
Cowperwood
was
married
,
and
because
of
his
attitude
of
affection
for
her
his
money
was
tainted
.
She
had
long
speculated
on
his
relation
to
Aileen
,
the
basis
of
their
differences
,
had
often
wondered
why
neither
she
nor
her
mother
had
ever
been
introduced
.
What
type
of
woman
was
the
second
Mrs.
Cowperwood
?
Beyond
generalities
Cowperwood
had
never
mentioned
her
.
Berenice
actually
thought
to
seek
her
out
in
some
inconspicuous
way
,
but
,
as
it
chanced
,
one
night
her
curiosity
was
rewarded
without
effort
.
She
was
at
the
opera
with
friends
,
and
her
escort
nudged
her
arm
.
"
Have
you
noticed
Box
9
--
the
lady
in
white
satin
with
the
green
lace
shawl
?
"
