"Oh, you'll get up," she kept telling Carrie with admiration."You're so good."。， Hurstwood ran the car close and stopped. He had not done sowholly, however, before a crowd gathered about. It was composedof ex-motormen and conductors in part, with a sprinkling offriends and sympathisers.
。， Both policemen ran out toward the crowd, but the latter repliedby running toward the car. A woman--a mere girl in appearance--was among these, bearing a rough stick. She was exceedinglywrathful and struck at Hurstwood, who dodged. Thereupon, hercompanions, duly encouraged, jumped on the car and pulledHurstwood over. He had hardly time to speak or shout before hefell.
Gradually she began to think it was because it was summer.Nothing was going on much save such entertainments as the one inwhich she was the star. Fifth Avenue was boarded up where therich had deserted their mansions. Madison Avenue was littlebetter. Broadway was full of loafing thespians in search of nextseason's engagements. The whole city was quiet and her nightswere taken up with her work. Hence the feeling that there waslittle to do.。，