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　　Carrie was afraid of what she was going to do, but she wasrelieved to know that this condition was ending. They would notcare. Hanson particularly would be glad when she went. He wouldnot care what became of her.

　　"Yes," said Hurstwood, "I have a place down in Warren Street."

　　"I notice the papers praise it," said Ames.

　　There was another silence, in which the car ran smoothly along.There were not so many houses along this part of the way.Hurstwood did not see many people either. The situation was notwholly disagreeable to him. If he were not so cold, he thoughthe would do well enough.

　　"What the deuce," he said, swaggering mentally to hide his ownshame from himself. "I'm not so bad. I'm not down yet."

　　While he was idly pondering, satisfied to be inside, a well-dressed man passed up the lobby, stopped, looked sharply, as ifnot sure of his memory, and then approached. Hurstwoodrecognised Cargill, the owner of the large stables in Chicago ofthe same name, whom he had last seen at Avery Hall, the nightCarrie appeared there. The remembrance of how this individualbrought up his wife to shake hands on that occasion was also onthe instant clear.

s, and conceived a new idea of the possibilities ofNew York. She was sure she had not seen it all--that the citywas one whirl of pleasure and delight.

　　There was a general shuffle and murmur of approval.

　　The next day it was still snowing, and the next, bitter cold.Hurstwood took the alarm of the paper and sat still. Now hevolunteered to do a few other little things. One was to go tothe butcher, another to the grocery. He really thought nothingof these little services in connection with their truesignificance. He felt as if he were not wholly useless--indeed,in such a stress of weather, quite worth while about the house.