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Chapter XXXIV. The Grind Of The Millstones: A Sample Of Chaff

           

           “Don’tgo’way,”hesaid,asshestartedbackintothekitchen.“Eatyourdinner.”

           Shepassed,notanswering.

           Helookedatthepaperafewmoments,andthenroseupandputonhiscoat.

           “I’mgoingdowntown,Carrie,”hesaid,comingout.“I’moutofsortsto-night.”

           Shedidnotanswer.

           “Don’tbeangry,”hesaid.“Itwillbeallrightto-morrow.”

           Helookedather,butshepaidnoattentiontohim,workingatherdishes.

           “Good-bye!”hesaidfinally,andwentout.

           Thiswasthefirststrongresultofthesituationbetweenthem,butwiththenearingofthelastdayofthebusinessthegloombecamealmostapermanentthing.Hurstwoodcouldnotconcealhisfeelingsaboutthematter.Carriecouldnothelpwonderingwhereshewasdrifting.Itgotsothattheytalkedevenlessthanusual,andyetitwasnotHurstwoodwhofeltanyobjectiontoCarrie.ItwasCarriewhoshiedawayfromhim.Thishenoticed.Itarousedanobjectiontoherbecomingindifferenttohim.Hemadethepossibilityoffriendlyintercoursealmostagianttask,andthennoticedwithdiscontentthatCarrieaddedtoitbyhermannerandmadeitmoreimpossible.

           Atlastthefinaldaycame.Whenitactuallyarrived,Hurstwood,whohadgothismindintosuchastatewhereathunderclapandragingstormwouldhaveseemedhighlyappropriate,wasratherrelievedtofindthatitwasaplain,ordinaryday.Thesunshone,thetemperaturewaspleasant.Hefelt,ashecametothebreakfasttable,thatitwasn’tsoterrible,afterall.

           “Well,”hesaidtoCarrie,“to-day’smylastdayonearth.

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