Сестра Керрі

Chapter I. The Magnet Attracting: A Waif Amid Forces

           “You’llbeathomeifIcomearoundMondaynight?”hesaid.

           “Ithinkso,”sheanswered.

           Howtrueitisthatwordsarebutthevagueshadowsofthevolumeswemean.Littleaudiblelinks,theyare,chainingtogethergreatinaudiblefeelingsandpurposes.Herewerethesetwo,bandyinglittlephrases,drawingpurses,lookingatcards,andbothunconsciousofhowinarticulatealltheirrealfeelingswere.Neitherwaswiseenoughtobesureoftheworkingofthemindoftheother.Hecouldnottellhowhisluringsucceeded.Shecouldnotrealisethatshewasdrifting,untilhesecuredheraddress.Nowshefeltthatshehadyieldedsomething—he,thathehadgainedavictory.Alreadytheyfeltthattheyweresomehowassociated.Alreadyhetookcontrolindirectingtheconversation.Hiswordswereeasy.Hermannerwasrelaxed.

           TheywerenearingChicago.Signswereeverywherenumerous.Trainsflashedbythem.Acrosswidestretchesofflat,openprairietheycouldseelinesoftelegraphpolesstalkingacrossthefieldstowardthegreatcity.Farawaywereindicationsofsuburbantowns,somebigsmokestackstoweringhighintheair.

           Frequentlythereweretwo-storyframehousesstandingoutintheopenfields,withoutfenceortrees,loneoutpostsoftheapproachingarmyofhomes.

           Tothechild,thegeniuswithimagination,orthewhollyuntravelled,theapproachtoagreatcityforthefirsttimeisawonderfulthing.Particularlyifitbeevening—thatmysticperiodbetweentheglareandgloomoftheworldwhenlifeischangingfromonesphereorconditiontoanother.Ah,thepromiseofthenight.

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