家庭教师G27
家庭教师G27
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家庭教师G27 Minnie worked with less elation than she had just before Carriearrived. The sizzle of the meat frying did not sound quite sopleasing now that Carrie had reported her discontent. To Carrie,the one relief of the whole day would have been a jolly home, asympathetic reception, a bright supper table, and some one tosay: "Oh, well, stand it a little while. You will get somethingbetter," but now this was ashes. She began to see that theylooked upon her complaint as unwarranted, and that she wassupposed to work on and say nothing. She knew that she was topay four dollars for her board and room, and now she felt that itwould be an exceedingly gloomy round, living with these people.
He walked away and left her standing by the elevator, never somuch as inquiring her name.家庭教师G27 "I don't see what that's got to do with it," said the drummerquaintly.
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Yet another suffered the pain of personal rebuke.
"No," returned Carrie with a touch of pride.
"I'm not keeping anybody waiting," returned Jessica, sharply,stirred out of a cynical indifference to a sharp defence. "Isaid I wasn't hungry. I don't want any breakfast."
"We'll go some other time," she said at last, finding no readymeans of escape.
The drummer usually allowed his ardent good-nature to get thebetter of his speech. He really did think that Carrie had actedthis particular scene very well, and he wanted her to repeat itin public. His enthusiasm was due to the mere spirit of theoccasion.
The Vances, who had been back in the city ever since Christmas,had not forgotten Carrie; but they, or rather Mrs. Vance, hadnever called on her, for the very simple reason that Carrie hadnever sent her address. True to her nature, she correspondedwith Mrs. Vance as long as she still lived in Seventy-eighthStreet, but when she was compelled to move into Thirteenth, herfear that the latter would take it as an indication of reducedcircumstances caused her to study some way of avoiding thenecessity of giving her address. Not finding any convenientmethod, she sorrowfully resigned the privilege of writing to herfriend entirely. The latter wondered at this strange silence,thought Carrie must have left the city, and in the end gave herup as lost. So she was thoroughly surprised to encounter her inFourteenth Street, where she had gone shopping. Carrie was therefor the same purpose.
On this occasion the lodge sent a carriage. Drouet rode with heras far as the door, and then went about the neighbouring stores,looking for some good cigars. The little actress marchednervously into her dressing-room and began that painfullyanticipated matter of make-up which was to transform her, asimple maiden, to Laura, The Belle of Society.
"Now, I really don't know," he said kindly. "What kind of workis it you want--you're not a typewriter, are you?"
have been ashelpless as Carrie--as helpless, as non-understanding, aspitiable, if you will, as she.
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