Сестра Керри

Chapter XXVIII. A Pilgrim, An Outlaw: The Spirit Detained

           Thiswassomethingwhichhadneverforamomententeredherhead.Heronethoughtnowwastogetoffandaway.Ifonlytheflyingtraincouldbestopped,theterribletrickwouldbeamended.

           Shearoseandtriedtopushoutintotheaisle—anywhere.Sheknewshehadtodosomething.Hurstwoodlaidagentlehandonher.

           “Sitstill,Carrie,”hesaid.“Sitstill.Itwon’tdoyouanygoodtogetuphere.ListentomeandI’lltellyouwhatI’lldo.Waitamoment.”

           Shewaspushingathisknees,butheonlypulledherback.Noonesawthislittlealtercation,forveryfewpersonswereinthecar,andtheywereattemptingtodoze.

           “Iwon’t,”saidCarrie,whowas,nevertheless,complyingagainstherwill.“Letmego,”shesaid.“Howdareyou?”andlargetearsbegantogatherinhereyes.

           Hurstwoodwasnowfullyarousedtotheimmediatedifficulty,andceasedtothinkofhisownsituation.Hemustdosomethingwiththisgirl,orshewouldcausehimtrouble.Hetriedtheartofpersuasionwithallhispowersaroused.

           “Lookherenow,Carrie,”hesaid,“youmustn’tactthisway.Ididn’tmeantohurtyourfeelings.Idon’twanttodoanythingtomakeyoufeelbad.”

           “Oh,”sobbedCarrie,“oh,oh—oo—o!”

           “There,there,”hesaid,“youmustn’tcry.Won’tyoulistentome?Listentomeaminute,andI’lltellyouwhyIcametodothisthing.Icouldn’thelpit.IassureyouIcouldn’t.Won’tyoulisten?”

           Hersobsdisturbedhimsothathewasquitesureshedidnothearawordhesaid.

           “Won’tyoulisten?”heasked.

           “No,Iwon’t,”saidCarrie,flashingup.

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