Сестра Керри

Chapter VII. The Lure Of The Material: Beauty Speaks For Itself

           Shecouldscarcelypreventhervoicefromtrembling.

           MinnierememberedHanson’sremonstrance.

           “Svendoesn’tthinkitlooksgoodtostanddownthere,”shesaid.

           “Doesn’the?”saidCarrie.“Iwon’tdoitanymoreafterthis.”

           Sheputonherhatandfidgetedaroundthetableinthelittlebedroom,wonderingwheretoslipthenote.FinallysheputitunderMinnie’shair-brush.

           Whenshehadclosedthehall-door,shepausedamomentandwonderedwhattheywouldthink.Somethoughtofthequeernessofherdeedaffectedher.Shewentslowlydownthestairs.Shelookedbackupthelightedstep,andthenaffectedtostrollupthestreet.Whenshereachedthecornershequickenedherpace.

           Asshewashurryingaway,Hansoncamebacktohiswife.

           “IsCarriedownatthedooragain?”heasked.

           “Yes,”saidMinnie;“shesaidshewasn’tgoingtodoitanymore.”

           Hewentovertothebabywhereitwasplayingonthefloorandbegantopokehisfingeratit.

           Drouetwasonthecornerwaiting,ingoodspirits.

           “Hello,Carrie,”hesaid,asasprightlyfigureofagirldrewnearhim.“Gotheresafe,didyou?Well,we’lltakeacar.”

           

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