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She went foolishly out, the office boy deferentially swinging thedoor for her, and gladly sank into the obscuring crowd. It was asevere setback to her recently pleased mental state.

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"Stand up, why don't you?" said the girl at her right, withoutany form of introduction. "They won't care."

In all Carrie's experience she had never seen anything like this.In the whole time she had been in New York Hurstwood's modifiedstate had not permitted his bringing her to such a place. Therewas an almost indescribable atmosphere about it which convincedthe newcomer that this was the proper thing. Here was the placewhere the matter of expense limited the patrons to the moneyed orpleasure-loving class. Carrie had read of it often in the"Morning" and "Evening World." She had seen notices of dances,parties, balls, and suppers at Sherry's. The Misses So-and-sowould give a party on Wednesday evening at Sherry's. Young Mr.So-and-So would entertain a party of friends at a privateluncheon on the sixteenth, at Sherry's. The common run ofconventional, perfunctory notices of the doings of society, whichshe could scarcely refrain from scanning each day, had given hera distinct idea of the gorgeousness and luxury of this wonderfultemple of gastronomy. Now, at last, she was really in it. Shehad come up the imposing steps, guarded by the large and portlydoorman. She had seen the lobby, guarded by another large andportly gentleman, and been waited upon by uniformed youths whotook care of canes, overcoats, and the like. Here was thesplendid dining-chamber, all decorated and aglow, where thewealthy ate. Ah, how fortunate was Mrs. Vance; young, beautiful,and well off--at least, sufficiently so to come here in a coach.What a wonderful thing it was to be rich.

"Yes," she answered, with an air of quiet understanding.

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"Didn't find anything, eh?" said Hanson.<"All right. Now I have fifteen. Step out of the line," andseizing one by the shoulder, the captain marched him off a littleway and stood him up alone.

"They were getting ready to print the programmes," he said, "andI gave them the name of Carrie Madenda. Was that all right?"

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"The last man must have gone through all right," said the officeron the left. "I don't see his car anywhere."

"Indeed I do," said Carrie, not catching his drift.

"I think she'll do all right," said Drouet.

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<"Well, I like that," exclaimed Drouet, little realising the firehis remark had generated. "I think I've done a good deal."In the morning she got up and started out a little early. Herdecision to hunt for work was moderately strong, but the money inher pocket, after all her troubling over it, made the workquestion the least shade less terrible. She walked into thewholesale district, but as the thought of applying came with eachpassing concern, her heart shrank. What a coward she was, shethought to herself. Yet she had applied so often. It would bethe same old story. She walked on and on, and finally did gointo one place, with the old result. She came out feeling thatluck was against her. It was no use.

She was completely restored and delighted by his consideration,but she made him promise not to come around.

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ֲƱֵ س̨ʩҵ "You haven't anything on hand for the night, have you?" addedHurstwood. ϸ

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ֲƱֵһڸȾ¹ڲˣҽ˵ºܹؼ "Have you been in others?" asked Carrie, surprised at herexperience. ϸ

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