Сестра Керри

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

           “Iknewthatwouldhappen.”

           Hewalkedseveralblocksupthestreet.Hiswatchonlyregistered1.30.Hetriedtothinkofsomeplacetogoorsomethingtodo.Thedaywassobadhewantedonlytobeinside.Finallyhisfeetbegantofeelwetandcold,andheboardedacar.ThistookhimtoFifty-ninthStreet,whichwasasgoodasanywhereelse.Landedhere,heturnedtowalkbackalongSeventhAvenue,buttheslushwastoomuch.Themiseryofloungingaboutwithnowheretogobecameintolerable.Hefeltasifhewerecatchingcold.

           Stoppingatacorner,hewaitedforacarsouthbound.Thiswasnodaytobeout;hewouldgohome.

           Carriewassurprisedtoseehimataquarterofthree.

           “It’samiserabledayout,”wasallhesaid.Thenhetookoffhiscoatandchangedhisshoes.

           Thatnighthefeltacoldcomingonandtookquinine.Hewasfeverishuntilmorning,andsataboutthenextdaywhileCarriewaitedonhim.Hewasahelplesscreatureinsickness,notveryhandsomeinadull-colouredbathgownandhishairuncombed.Helookedhaggardabouttheeyesandquiteold.Carrienoticedthis,anditdidnotappealtoher.Shewantedtobegood-naturedandsympathetic,butsomethingaboutthemanheldheraloof.

           Towardeveninghelookedsobadlyintheweaklightthatshesuggestedhegotobed.

           “You’dbettersleepalone,”shesaid,“you’llfeelbetter.I’llopenyourbedforyounow.”

           “Allright,”hesaid.

           Asshedidallthesethings,shewasinamostdespondentstate.

           “Whatalife!Whatalife!”washeronethought.

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