"Throw open your lever," yelled one of the officers, grabbing atthe handle himself.。， Hurstwood pretended not to see him. He kept his eyes straight onbefore and opened the lever wide. The voice had somethingappealing in it.
Carrie recognised the name as standing for one of the newest andmost imposing hostelries. She had heard it spoken of as having asplendid restaurant.。， As he did so, he noticed that the room seemed a little queer.What was it? He looked around, as if he missed something, andthen saw an envelope near where he had been sitting. It spokefor itself, almost without further action on his part.
"We'd better be going up there," observed Carrie later in theafternoon.。， She was now one of a group of oriental beauties who, in thesecond act of the comic opera, were paraded by the vizier beforethe new potentate as the treasures of his harem. There was noword assigned to any of them, but on the evening when Hurstwoodwas housing himself in the loft of the street-car barn, theleading comedian and star, feeling exceedingly facetious, said ina profound voice, which created a ripple of laughter: