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Chapter XXI. The Lure Of The Spirit: The Flesh In Pursuit

           

           “Yougothomeallright,”hesaid,gloomily,ofasudden,histunemodifyingitselftooneofself-commiseration.

           “Yes,”saidCarrie,easily.

           Helookedathersteadilyforamoment,slowinghispaceandfixingherwithhiseye.

           Shefeltthefloodoffeeling.

           “Howaboutme?”heasked.

           ThisconfusedCarrieconsiderably,forsherealisedtheflood-gateswereopen.Shedidn’tknowexactlywhattoanswer.“Idon’tknow,”sheanswered.

           Hetookhislowerlipbetweenhisteethforamoment,andthenletitgo.Hestoppedbythewalksideandkickedthegrasswithhistoe.Hesearchedherfacewithatender,appealingglance.

           “Won’tyoucomeawayfromhim?”heasked,intensely.

           “Idon’tknow,”returnedCarrie,stillillogicallydriftingandfindingnothingatwhichtocatch.

           Asamatteroffact,shewasinamosthopelessquandary.Herewasamanwhomshethoroughlyliked,whoexercisedaninfluenceoverher,sufficientalmosttodeludeherintothebeliefthatshewaspossessedofalivelypassionforhim.Shewasstillthevictimofhiskeeneyes,hissuavemanners,hisfineclothes.Shelookedandsawbeforeheramanwhowasmostgraciousandsympathetic,wholeanedtowardherwithafeelingthatwasadelighttoobserve.Shecouldnotresisttheglowofhistemperament,thelightofhiseye.Shecouldhardlykeepfromfeelingwhathefelt.

           Andyetshewasnotwithoutthoughtswhichweredisturbing.

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