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PinkMonkey Digital Library-Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser


"They can’t get blood out of a turnip," he said. "If I had it I’d pay
them."

Carrie’s little soldier friend, Miss Osborne, seeing her succeeding,
had become a sort of satellite. Little Osborne could never of
herself amount to anything. She seemed to realise it in a sort of
pussy-like way and instinctively concluded to cling with her soft
little claws to Carrie.

"Oh, you’ll get up," she kept telling Carrie with admiration.
"You’re so good."

Timid as Carrie was, she was strong in capability. The reliance of
others made her feel as if she must, and when she must she dared.
Experience of the world and of necessity was in her favour. No
longer the lightest word of a man made her head dizzy. She had
learned that men could change and fail. Flattery in its most
palpable form had lost its force with her. It required superiority-
kindly superiority-to move her-the superiority of a genius like
Ames.

"I don’t like the actors in our company," she told Lola one day.
"They’re all so stuck on themselves."

"Don’t you think Mr. Barclay’s pretty nice?" inquired Lola, who
had received a condescending smile or two from that quarter.

"Oh, he’s nice enough," answered Carrie; "but he isn’t sincere. He
assumes such an air."

Lola felt for her first hold upon Carrie in the following manner:

"Are you paying room-rent where you are?"

"Certainly," answered Carrie. "Why?"

"I know where I could get the loveliest room and bath, cheap. It’s
too big for me, but it would be just right for two, and the rent is
only six dollars a week for both."

"Where?" said Carrie.

"In Seventeenth Street."

"Well, I don’t know as I’d care to change," said Carrie, who was
already turning over the three-dollar rate in her mind. She was
thinking if she had only herself to support this would leave her
seventeen for herself.

Nothing came of this until after the Brooklyn adventure of
Hurstwood’s and her success with the speaking part. Then she
began to feel as if she must be free. She thought of leaving
Hurstwood and thus making him act for himself, but he had
developed such peculiar traits she feared he might resist any effort
to throw him off. He might hunt her out at the show and hound
her in that way. She did not wholly believe that he would, but he
might. This, she knew, would be an embarrassing thing if he made
himself conspicuous in any way. It troubled her greatly.

Things were precipitated by the offer of a better part. One of the
actresses playing the part of a modest sweetheart gave notice of
leaving and Carrie was selected.

"How much are you going to get?" asked Miss Osborne, on
hearing the good news.

"I didn’t ask him," said Carrie.

"Well, find out. Goodness, you’ll never get anything if you don’t
ask. Tell them you must have forty dollars, anyhow."

"Oh, no," said Carrie.

"Certainly!" exclaimed Lola. "Ask ‘em, anyway."

Carrie succumbed to this prompting, waiting, however, until the
manager gave her notice of what clothing she must have to fit the
part.

"How much do I get?" she inquired.

"Thirty-five dollars," he replied.

Carrie was too much astonished and delighted to think of
mentioning forty. She was nearly beside herself, and almost
hugged Lola, who clung to her at the news.

"It isn’t as much as you ought to get," said the latter, "especially
when you’ve got to buy clothes."

Carrie remembered this with a start. Where to get the money? She
had none laid up for such an emergency. Rent day was drawing
near.
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