Сестра Керри

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

           Iwouldn’thavewantedyoutocomeifIhadn’tlovedyou.Itellyou,Carrie,beforeGod,Ican’tlivewithoutyou.Iwon’t!”

           Therewasthetensityoffiercenessintheman’spleawhichappealeddeeplytohersympathies.Itwasadissolvingfirewhichwasactuatinghimnow.Hewaslovinghertoointenselytothinkofgivingherupinthis,hishourofdistress.Heclutchedherhandnervouslyandpresseditwithalltheforceofanappeal.

           Thetrainwasnowallbutstopped.Itwasrunningbysomecarsonasidetrack.Everythingoutsidewasdarkanddreary.Afewsprinklesonthewindowbegantoindicatethatitwasraining.Carriehunginaquandary,balancingbetweendecisionandhelplessness.Nowthetrainstopped,andshewaslisteningtohisplea.Theenginebackedafewfeetandallwasstill.

           Shewavered,totallyunabletomakeamove.Minuteafterminuteslippedbyandstillshehesitated,hepleading.

           “WillyouletmecomebackifIwantto?”sheasked,asifshenowhadtheupperhandandhercompanionwasutterlysubdued.

           “Ofcourse,”heanswered,“youknowIwill.”

           Carrieonlylistenedasonewhohasgrantedatemporaryamnesty.Shebegantofeelasifthematterwereinherhandsentirely.

           Thetrainwasagaininrapidmotion.Hurstwoodchangedthesubject.

           “Aren’tyouverytired?”hesaid.

           “No,”sheanswered.

           “Won’tyouletmegetyouaberthinthesleeper?”

           Sheshookherhead,thoughforallherdistressandhistrickeryshewasbeginningtonoticewhatshehadalwaysfelt—histhoughtfulness.

           “Oh,yes,”hesaid,“youwillfeelsomuchbetter.

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