Sister Carrie eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 592 pages of information about Sister Carrie.

Sister Carrie eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 592 pages of information about Sister Carrie.

" I came to tell you that-that I can’t take the money.”

" Oh, that’s it, is it?” he returned. " Well, you come on with me.  Let’s go over here to Partridge’s.”

Carrie walked with him.  Behold, the whole fabric of doubt and impossibility had slipped from her mind.  She could not get at the points that were so serious, the things she was going to make plain to him.

" Have you had lunch yet?  Of course you haven’t.  Let’s go in here,” and Drouet turned into one of the very nicely furnished restaurants off State Street, in Monroe.

" I mustn’t take money,” said Carrie, after they were settled in a cozy corner, and Drouet had ordered the lunch. " I can’t wear those things out there.  They wouldn’t know where I got them.”

" What do you want to do,” he smiled, " go without them?”

" I think I’ll go home,” she said, wearily.

" Oh, come,” he said, " you’ve been thinking it over too long.  I’ll tell you what you do.  You rent a furnished room and leave them in that for a week?”

Carrie shook her head.  Like all women, she was there to object and be convinced.  It was for him to brush the doubts away and clear the path if he could.

" Why are you going home?” he asked.

" Oh, I can’t get anything here.”

" They won’t keep you?” he remarked, intuitively.

" They can’t” said Carrie.

" I’ll tell you what you do,” he said. " You come with me.  I’ll take care of you.”

Carrie heard this passively.  The peculiar state which she was in made it sound like the welcome breath of an open door.  Drouet seemed of her own spirit and pleasing.  He was clean, handsome, well-dressed, and sympathetic.  His voice was the voice of a friend.

" What can you do back at Columbia City?” he went on, rousing by the words in Carrie’s mind a picture of the dull world she had left. " There isn’t anything down there.  Chicago’s the place.  You can get a nice room.

Carrie looked out through the window into the busy street.  There it was, the admirable, great city, so fine sing pair of bays, passed by, carrying in its upholstered depths a young lady.

" What will you have if you go back?” asked Drouet.  There was no subtle undercurrent to the question.  He imagined that she would have nothing at all of the things he thought worth while.

Carrie sat still, looking out.  She was wondering what she could do.  They would be expecting her to go home this week.

Drouet turned to the subject of the clothes she was going to buy.

" Why not get yourself a nice little jacket?  You’ve got to have it.  I’ll loan you the money.  You needn’t worry about taking it.  You can get yourself a nice room by yourself.  I won’t hurt you.”

Carrie saw the drift, but could not express her thoughts.  She felt more than ever the helplessness of her case.

" If I could only get something to do,” she said.

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