黄果漫剧古风剧话数　　"Give me a little something, will you, mister?" he said to thelast one. "For God's sake, do; I'm starving."

　　Through all this thoughts of Carrie flashed upon him, and theapproaching affair of Saturday. Tangled as all his matters were,he did not worry over that. It was the one pleasing thing inthis whole rout of trouble. He could arrange thatsatisfactorily, for Carrie would be glad to wait, if necessary.He would see how things turned out to-morrow, and then he wouldtalk to her. They were going to meet as usual. He saw only herpretty face and neat figure and wondered why life was notarranged so that such joy as he found with her could be steadilymaintained. How much more pleasant it would be. Then he wouldtake up his wife's threat again, and the wrinkles and moisturewould return.

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　　"Now, don't forget about that," said one of the mannish women.
　　As Carrie looked out upon the flying scenery she almost forgotthat she had been tricked into this long journey against her willand that she was without the necessary apparel for travelling.She quite forgot Hurstwood's presence at times, and looked awayto homely farmhouses and cosey cottages in villages withwondering eyes. It was an interesting world to her. Her lifehad just begun. She did not feel herself defeated at all.Neither was she blasted in hope. The great city held much.Possibly she would come out of bondage into freedom--who knows?Perhaps she would be happy. These thoughts raised her above thelevel of erring. She was saved in that she was hopeful.