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第9章 街头喋血！

　　Curiously, this stirred Hurstwood to further effort.

　　"I don't know," returned Carrie, warming, in spite of her firsttroubled feelings, toward this handsome, good-natured youngmatron.

　　"Don't you care for me at all?"

　　"She's some cheap professional," she gave herself thesatisfaction of thinking, and scorned and hated her accordingly.

　　"Better get a half or three-quarters of a pound of that."

　　"I'll be there," said Hurstwood affectionately. "I can fix it sohe won't know you told me. You leave it to me."

　　Drouet strolled over and looked in upon the manager at his desk."When do you go out on the road again?" he inquired.

　　"I want to know if I can get a position," she inquired.

　　The rain, which threatened at twelve and began at one, servedequally well to cause her to retrace her steps and remain withindoors as it did to reduce Hurstwood's spirits and give him awretched day.