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The manager looked at his lovely prize, so beautiful, so winsome,
so difficult to be won, and made strange resolutions. His passion
had gotten to that stage now where it was no longer coloured with
reason. He did not trouble over little barriers of this sort in the
face of so much loveliness. He would accept the situation with all
its difficulties; he would not try to answer the objections which
cold truth thrust upon him. He would promise anything,
everything, and trust to fortune to disentangle him. He would
make a try for Paradise, whatever might be the result. He would
be happy, by the Lord, if it cost all honesty of statement, all
abandonment of truth.
Carrie looked at him tenderly. She could have laid her head upon
his shoulder, so delightful did it all seem.
"Well," she said, "Iíll try and get ready then."
Hurstwood looked into her pretty face, crossed with little shadows
of wonder and misgiving, and thought he had never seen anything
"Iíll see you again to-morrow," he said, joyously, "and weíll talk
over the plans."
He walked on with her, elated beyond words, so delightful had
been the result. He impressed a long story of joy and affection
upon her, though there was but here and there a word. After a
half-hour he began to realise that the meeting must come to an
end, so exacting is the world.
"To-morrow," he said at parting, a gayety of manner adding
wonderfully to his brave demeanour.
"Yes," said Carrie, tripping elatedly away.
There had been so much enthusiasm engendered that she was
believing herself deeply in love. She sighed as she thought of her
handsome adorer. Yes, she would get ready by Saturday. She
would go, and they would be happy.