Сестра Керри

Chapter XXXV. The Passing Of Effort: The Visage Of Care

           Thisbusy,distracting,suggestivescenewasshutout.Hecouldreadhispapers.Accordingly,hewenthome.Carriewasreading,quitealone.Itwasratherdarkintheflat,shutinasitwas.

           “You’llhurtyoureyes,”hesaidwhenhesawher.

           Aftertakingoffhiscoat,hefeltitincumbentuponhimtomakesomelittlereportofhisday.

           “I’vebeentalkingwithawholesaleliquorcompany,”hesaid.“Imaygoontheroad.”

           “Wouldn’tthatbenice!”saidCarrie.

           “Itwouldn’tbesuchabadthing,”heanswered.

           Alwaysfromthemanatthecornernowheboughttwopapers—the“EveningWorld”and“EveningSun.”Sonowhemerelypickedhispapersup,ashecameby,withoutstopping.

           Hedrewuphischairneartheradiatorandlightedthegas.Thenitwasastheeveningbefore.Hisdifficultiesvanishedintheitemshesowelllovedtoread.

           Thenextdaywasevenworsethantheonebefore,becausenowhecouldnotthinkofwheretogo.Nothinghesawinthepapershestudied—tillteno’clock—appealedtohim.Hefeltthatheoughttogoout,andyethesickenedatthethought.Whereto,whereto?

           “Youmustn’tforgettoleavememymoneyforthisweek,”saidCarrie,quietly.

           Theyhadanarrangementbywhichheplacedtwelvedollarsaweekinherhands,outofwhichtopaycurrentexpenses.Heheavedalittlesighasshesaidthis,anddrewouthispurse.Againhefeltthedreadofthething.Herehewastakingoff,takingoff,andnothingcomingin.

           “Lord!”hesaid,inhisownthoughts,“thiscan’tgoon.”

           ToCarriehesaidnothingwhatsoever.

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