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PinkMonkey Digital Library-Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser


"Oh!" he exclaimed, pushing back from the table, as if to say
more, but letting it go at that. Then he picked up his paper. Carrie
left her seat, containing herself with difficulty. He saw she was
hurt.

"Donít go Ďway," he said, as she started back into the kitchen. "Eat
your dinner."

She passed, not answering.

He looked at the paper a few moments, and then rose up and put
on his coat.

"Iím going down town, Carrie," he said, coming out. "Iím out of
sorts tonight."

She did not answer.

"Donít be angry," he said. "It will be all right to-morrow."

He looked at her, but she paid no attention to him, working at her
dishes.

"Good-bye!" he said finally, and went out.

This was the first strong result of the situation between them, but
with the nearing of the last day of business the gloom became
almost a permanent thing. Hurstwood could not conceal his
feelings about the matter. Carrie could not help wondering where
she was drifting. It got so that they talked even less than usual,
and yet it was not Hurstwood who felt any objection to Carrie. It
was Carrie who shied away from him. This he noticed. It aroused
an objection to her becoming indifferent to him. He made the
possibility of friendly intercourse almost a giant

task, and then noticed with discontent that Carrie added to it by
her manner and made it more impossible.

At last the final day came. When it actually arrived, Hurstwood,
who had got his mind into such a state where a thunder-clap and
raging storm would have seemed highly appropriate, was rather
relieved to find that it was a plain, ordinary day. The sun shone,
the temperature was pleasant. He felt, as he came to the breakfast
table, that it wasnít so terrible, after all.

"Well," he said to Carrie, "to-dayís my last day on earth."

Carrie smiled in answer to his humour.

Hurstwood glanced over his paper rather gayly. He seemed to
have lost a load.

"Iíll go down for a little while," he said after breakfast, "and then
Iíll look around. To-morrow Iíll spend the whole day looking
about. I think I can get something, now this thingís off my hands."

He went out smiling and visited the place. Shaughnessy was there.
They had made all arrangements to share according to their
interests. When, however, he had been there several hours, gone
out three more, and returned, his elation had departed. As much as
he had objected to the place, now that it was no longer to exist, he
felt sorry. He wished that things were different.

Shaughnessy was coolly business-like.

"Well," he said at five oíclock, "we might as well count the
change and divide."

They did so. The fixtures had already been sold and the sum
divided.

"Good-night," said Hurstwood at the final moment, in a last effort
to be genial.

"So long," said Shaughnessy, scarcely deigning a notice.

Thus the Warren Street arrangement was permanently concluded.

Carrie had prepared a good dinner at the flat, but after his ride up,
Hurstwood was in a solemn and reflective mood.

"Well?" said Carrie, inquisitively.

"Iím out of that," he answered, taking off his coat.

As she looked at him, she wondered what his financial state was
now. They ate and talked a little.

"Will you have enough to buy in anywhere else?" asked Carrie.

"No," he said. "Iíll have to get something else and save up."

"It would be nice if you could get some place," said Carrie,
prompted by anxiety and hope.

"I guess I will," he said reflectively.
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