"No," said Carrie, "I can't. You've been so kind, but you'llhave to excuse me."。， Carrie felt this question to be an infringement on her liberty.She did not take into account how much liberty she was securing.Only the latest step, the newest freedom, must not be questioned.
Hurstwood hearkened without much mental comment. These talkersseemed scared to him. Their gabbling was feverish--things saidto quiet their own minds. He looked out into the yard andwaited.。， "Do you think he will?" she asked.
Hurstwood only looked at her.。， What Hurstwood got as the result of this determination was moreself-assurance that each particular day was not the day. At thesame time, Carrie passed through thirty days of mental distress.
One o'clock came while he was still on the car practising, and hebegan to feel hungry. The day set in snowing, and he was cold.He grew weary of running to and fro on the short track.。， Each day thereafter brought its cares. She found it was not sucha wonderful thing to be in the chorus, and she also learned thather salary would be twelve dollars a week. After a few days shehad her first sight of those high and mighties--the leadingladies and gentlemen. She saw that they were privileged anddeferred to. She was nothing--absolutely nothing at all.
"Oh, we'll be right back, Miss Madenda," said one of the chaps,bowing. "You wouldn't think we'd keep you over time, now, wouldyou?"。， "Oh, you needn't do that," said Carrie, hurt by the pity of it."But there must be other things."