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

           Shedidnotneedtotrembleatall,becauseitwasinvisible;shedidnotneedtoworryoverwhatotherpeoplewouldsay—whatsheherselfwouldsay—becauseithadnotangibility.Shewasbeingpleadedwith,persuaded,ledintodenyingoldrightsandassumingnewones,andyettherewerenowordstoproveit.Suchconversationaswasindulgedinheldthesamerelationshiptotheactualmentalenactmentsofthetwainthatthelowmusicoftheorchestradoestothedramaticincidentwhichitisusedtocover.

           “HaveyoueverseenthehousesalongtheLakeShoreontheNorthSide?”askedHurstwood.

           “Why,Iwasjustovertherethisafternoon—Mrs.HaleandI.Aren’ttheybeautiful?”

           “They’reveryfine,”heanswered.

           “Oh,me,”saidCarrie,pensively.“IwishIcouldliveinsuchaplace.”

           “You’renothappy,”saidHurstwood,slowly,afteraslightpause.

           Hehadraisedhiseyessolemnlyandwaslookingintoherown.Heassumedthathehadstruckadeepchord.Nowwasaslightchancetosayawordinhisownbehalf.Heleanedoverquietlyandcontinuedhissteadygaze.Hefeltthecriticalcharacteroftheperiod.Sheendeavouredtostir,butitwasuseless.Thewholestrengthofaman’snaturewasworking.Hehadgoodcausetourgehimon.Helookedandlooked,andthelongerthesituationlastedthemoredifficultitbecame.Thelittleshop-girlwasgettingintodeepwater.Shewaslettingherfewsupportsfloatawayfromher.

           “Oh,”shesaidatlast,“youmustn’tlookatmelikethat.”

           “Ican’thelpit,”heanswered.

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