"Do you?" said the girl. "They pay me fifteen, and you do morework than I do. I wouldn't stand it if I were you. They're justgiving you less because they think you don't know. You ought tobe making fifteen."。，
"They must have some place around here," he thought. "Where doesthat fellow from Newark stay?"。， "Poor devils," he thought, speaking out of the thoughts andfeelings of a bygone period of success."Next," said one of the instructors.
。， At the Lyceum she entered one of those secluded, under-stairwayclosets, berugged and bepaneled, which causes one to feel thegreatness of all positions of authority. Here was reserve itselfdone into a box-office clerk, a doorman, and an assistant,glorying in their fine positions.
Carrie was standing farther back in the room, hearing it all.She was greatly distressed. It was so bad and commonplace.Hurstwood was annoyed also.。， Hurstwood watched him calmly. He had seen motormen work before.He knew just about how they did it, and was sure he could do aswell, with a very little practice.