It was when he returned from his disturbed stroll about thestreets, after receiving the decisive note from McGregor, Jamesand Hay, that Hurstwood found the letter Carrie had written himthat morning. He thrilled intensely as he noted the handwriting,and rapidly tore it open.。，
。， To those who have never wavered in conscience, the predicament ofthe individual whose mind is less strongly constituted and whotrembles in the balance between duty and desire is scarcelyappreciable, unless graphically portrayed. Those who have neverheard that solemn voice of the ghostly clock which ticks withawful distinctness, "thou shalt," "thou shalt not," "thou shalt,""thou shalt not," are in no position to judge. Not alone insensitive, highly organised natures is such a mental conflictpossible. The dullest specimen of humanity, when drawn by desiretoward evil, is recalled by a sense of right, which isproportionate in power and strength to his evil tendency. Wemust remember that it may not be a knowledge of right, for noknowledge of right is predicated of the animal's instinctiverecoil at evil. Men are still led by instinct before they areregulated by knowledge. It is instinct which recalls thecriminal--it is instinct (where highly organised reasoning isabsent) which gives the criminal his feeling of danger, his fearof wrong.
。， The morrow was Saturday, a half-holiday in many businessquarters, and besides it was a balmy, radiant day, with the treesand grass shining exceedingly green after the rain of the nightbefore. When she went out the sparrows were twittering merrilyin joyous choruses. She could not help feeling, as she lookedacross the lovely park, that life was a joyous thing for thosewho did not need to worry, and she wished over and over thatsomething might interfere now to preserve for her the comfortablestate which she had occupied. She did not want Drouet or hismoney when she thought of it, nor anything more to do withHurstwood, but only the content and ease of mind she hadexperienced, for, after all, she had been happy--happier, atleast, than she was now when confronted by the necessity ofmaking her way alone.
At every first adventure, then, into some untried evil, the mindwavers. The clock of thought ticks out its wish and its denial.To those who have never experienced such a mental dilemma, thefollowing will appeal on the simple ground of revelation.。，