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Out came the sun by noon, and poured a golden flood through theiropen windows. Sparrows were twittering. There were laughter andsong in the air. Hurstwood could not keep his eyes from Carrie.She seemed the one ray of sunshine in all his trouble. Oh, ifshe would only love him wholly--only throw her arms around him inthe blissful spirit in which he had seen her in the little parkin Chicago--how happy he would be! It would repay him; it wouldshow him that he had not lost all. He would not care.

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Carrie looked at her out of the corner of her eye. "No," sheanswered.

"I don't know," said Minnie.

She got a pretty letter from the manager, saying that by the timeshe got it he would be waiting for her in the park. When shecame, he shone upon her as the morning sun.

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"Come off of that," he exclaimed, jerking at him and trying topull him over the railing.

"Say, that fits like a T, don't it?" he remarked, feeling the setof it at the waist and eyeing it from a few paces with realpleasure. "What you need now is a new skirt. Let's go tobreakfast."

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"It is," said another. "I've been waiting nearly an hour."

"Well, what do you say to this?" asked Drouet, innocently, whileCarrie's mind bubbled with favourable replies.

"And whose fault is that?" she said, easily.

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"I haven't seen you in six weeks. When did you get in?"

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Ŷֵֻھ͹״Ⱦ ߽ڴ人 The figure of Hurstwood was rather surprising in contrast to thefact. ϸ

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ŶֻԽ᣺ʷʹ ׷ Carrie put out her hand, smiling, if for nothing more than theman's exuberant good-nature. Though older, he was but slightlychanged. The same fine clothes, the same stocky body, the samerosy countenance. ϸ

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