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Carrie at last could scarcely sit still. Her legs began to tireand she wanted to get up and stretch. Would noon never come? Itseemed as if she had worked an entire day. She was not hungry atall, but weak, and her eyes were tired, straining at the onepoint where the eye-punch came down. The girl at the rightnoticed her squirmings and felt sorry for her. She wasconcentrating herself too thoroughly--what she did reallyrequired less mental and physical strain. There was nothing tobe done, however. The halves of the uppers came piling steadilydown. Her hands began to ache at the wrists and then in thefingers, and towards the last she seemed one mass of dull,complaining muscles, fixed in an eternal position and performinga single mechanical movement which became more and moredistasteful, until as last it was absolutely nauseating. Whenshe was wondering whether the strain would ever cease, a dull-sounding bell clanged somewhere down an elevator shaft, and theend came. In an instant there was a buzz of ac
His first application was in sunny Second Avenue. A well-dressedman came leisurely strolling toward him out of Stuyvesant Park.Hurstwood nerved himself and sidled near.
"And then if that little real estate deal I've got on goesthrough, we'll get married," he said with a great show ofearnestness, the while he took his place before the mirror andbegan brushing his hair.
