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第8章 垃圾任务

　　"Have you?" said Quincel, rather surprised by his promptness;"that's good. What's her address?" and he pulled out hisnotebook in order to be able to send her part to her.

　　He was a large and corpulent individual, surfeited with goodclothes and good eating, who judged women as another wouldhorseflesh. Carrie was pretty and graceful. She might be put ineven if she did not have any experience. One of the proprietorshad suggested that the chorus was a little weak on looks.

　　This was a common trick of other residents of the building,whenever they had forgotten their outside keys. They did notapologise for it, however.

　　"I don't know until I look it over. You know I'm afraid, nowthat I've said I would."

　　At this figure her mind halted. It was a strong, clean vision.He liked better books than she read, better people than sheassociated with. His ideals burned in her heart.

　　The train stopped and Hurstwood led the way out. He lookedwarily around him, pretending to look after Carrie. Seeingnothing that indicated studied observation, he made his way tothe ticket office.

　　"Mr. Brown hired me," she replied.

　　"Not much of a place to sleep in, is it?" said the man.

　　"Did you ever have ten thousand dollars in ready money?"