Сестра Керрі

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

           

           Drouetturnedtothesubjectoftheclothesshewasgoingtobuy.

           “Whynotgetyourselfanicelittlejacket?You’vegottohaveit.I’llloanyouthemoney.Youneedn’tworryabouttakingit.Youcangetyourselfaniceroombyyourself.Iwon’thurtyou.”

           Carriesawthedrift,butcouldnotexpressherthoughts.Shefeltmorethaneverthehelplessnessofhercase.

           “IfIcouldonlygetsomethingtodo,”shesaid.

           “Maybeyoucan,”wentonDrouet,“ifyoustayhere.Youcan’tifyougoaway.Theywon’tletyoustayoutthere.Now,whynotletmegetyouaniceroom?Iwon’tbotheryou—youneedn’tbeafraid.Then,whenyougetfixedup,maybeyoucouldgetsomething.”

           Helookedatherprettyfaceanditvivifiedhismentalresources.Shewasasweetlittlemortaltohim—therewasnodoubtofthat.Sheseemedtohavesomepowerbackofheractions.Shewasnotlikethecommonrunofstore-girls.Shewasn’tsilly.

           Inreality,Carriehadmoreimaginationthanhe—moretaste.Itwasafinermentalstraininherthatmadepossibleherdepressionandloneliness.Herpoorclotheswereneat,andsheheldherheadunconsciouslyinadaintyway.

           “DoyouthinkIcouldgetsomething?”sheasked.

           “Sure,”hesaid,reachingoverandfillinghercupwithtea.“I’llhelpyou.”

           Shelookedathim,andhelaughedreassuringly.

           “NowI’lltellyouwhatwe’lldo.We’llgooverheretoPartridge’sandyoupickoutwhatyouwant.Thenwe’lllookaroundforaroomforyou.Youcanleavethethingsthere.Thenwe’llgototheshowto-night.”

           Carrieshookherhead.

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