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There was a good dinner in the flat that evening, owing to themere lifting of the terrible strain. Hurstwood went out for ashave, and returned with a fair-sized sirloin steak.
"He says that's the best part. Do you think you can do it?"
He folded his paper and drew near, silence holding for a time,except for the "Pass me's."
This going back to the flat was coupled with the thought thatCarrie would think he was sitting around too much if he came homeearly. He hoped he wouldn't have to, but the day hung heavily onhis hands. Over there he was on his own ground. He could sit inhis rocking-chair and read. This busy, distracting, suggestivescene was shut out. He could read his papers. Accordingly, hewent home. Carrie was reading, quite alone. It was rather darkin the flat, shut in as it was.
"What a day to go over there," thought Carrie.
