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Chapter XII. Of The Lamps Of The Mansions: The Ambassador Plea

           What,afterall,wasDrouet?Whatwasshe?Atherwindow,shethoughtitover,rockingtoandfro,andgazingoutacrossthelamp-litparktowardthelamp-lithousesonWarrenandAshlandavenues.Shewastoowroughtuptocaretogodowntoeat,toopensivetodoaughtbutrockandsing.Someoldtunescrepttoherlips,and,asshesangthem,herheartsank.Shelongedandlongedandlonged.ItwasnowfortheoldcottageroominColumbiaCity,nowthemansionupontheShoreDrive,nowthefinedressofsomelady,nowtheeleganceofsomescene.Shewassadbeyondmeasure,andyetuncertain,wishing,fancying.Finally,itseemedasifallherstatewasoneoflonelinessandforsakenness,andshecouldscarcerefrainfromtremblingatthelip.Shehummedandhummedasthemomentswentby,sittingintheshadowbythewindow,andwasthereinashappy,thoughshedidnotperceiveit,assheeverwouldbe.

           WhileCarriewasstillinthisframeofmind,thehouse-servantbroughtuptheintelligencethatMr.HurstwoodwasintheparlouraskingtoseeMr.andMrs.Drouet.

           “Iguesshedoesn’tknowthatCharlieisoutoftown,”thoughtCarrie.

           Shehadseencomparativelylittleofthemanagerduringthewinter,buthadbeenkeptconstantlyinmindofhimbyonethingandanother,principallybythestrongimpressionhehadmade.Shewasquitedisturbedforthemomentastoherappearance,butsoonsatisfiedherselfbytheaidofthemirror,andwentbelow.

           Hurstwoodwasinhisbestform,asusual.Hehadn’theardthatDrouetwasoutoftown.

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