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"Iíll not do it," she said, remembering her necessity. "I donít use
the flat. Iím not going to give up my money this time. Iíll move."
Fitting into this came another appeal from Miss Osborne, more
urgent than ever.
"Come live with me, wonít you?" she pleaded. "We can have the
loveliest room. It wonít cost you hardly anything that way."
"Iíd like to," said Carrie, frankly.
"Oh, do," said Lola. "Weíll have such a good time."
Carrie thought a while.
"I believe I will," she said, and then added: "Iíll have to see first,
With the idea thus grounded, rent day approaching, and clothes
calling for instant purchase, she soon found excuse in
Hurstwoodís lassitude. He said less and drooped more than ever.
As rent day approached, an idea grew in him. It was fostered by
the demands of creditors and the impossibility of holding up many
more. Twenty-eight dollars was too much for rent. "Itís hard on
her," he thought. "We could get a cheaper place."
Stirred with this idea, he spoke at the breakfast table.
"Donít you think we pay too much rent here?" he asked.
"Indeed I do," said Carrie, not catching his drift.
"I should think we could get a smaller place," he suggested. "We
donít need four rooms."
Her countenance, had he been scrutinising her, would have
exhibited the disturbance she felt at this evidence of his
determination to stay by her. He saw nothing remarkable in asking
her to come down lower.
"Oh, I donít know," she answered, growing wary.
"There must be places around here where we could get a couple of
rooms, which would do just as well."
Her heart revolted. "Never!" she thought. Who would furnish the
money to move? To think of being in two rooms with him! She
resolved to spend her money for clothes quickly, before
something terrible happened. That very day she did it. Having
done so, there was but one other thing to do.
"Lola," she said, visiting her friend, "I think Iíll come."
"Oh, jolly!" cried the latter.
"Can we get it right away?" she asked, meaning the room.
"Certainly," cried Lola.
They went to look at it. Carrie had saved ten dollars from her
expenditures-enough for this and her board beside. Her enlarged
salary would not begin for ten days yet-would not reach her for
seventeen. She paid half of the six dollars with her friend.
"Now, Iíve just enough to get on to the end of the week," she
"Oh, Iíve got some," said Lola. "Iíve got twenty-five dollars, if
you need it."
"No," said Carrie. "I guess Iíll get along."
They decided to move Friday, which was two days away. Now
that the thing was settled, Carrieís heart misgave her. She felt very
much like a criminal in the matter. Each day looking at
Hurstwood, she had realised that, along with the disagreeableness
of his attitude, there was something pathetic.
She looked at him the same evening she had made up her mind to
go, and now he seemed not so shiftless and worthless, but run
down and beaten upon by chance. His eyes were not keen, his
face marked, his hands flabby. She thought his hair had a touch of
grey. All unconscious of his doom, he rocked and read his paper,
while she glanced at him.
Knowing that the end was so near, she became rather solicitous.
"Will you go over and get some canned peaches?" she asked
Hurstwood, laying down a two-dollar bill.
"Certainly," he said, looking in wonder at the money.
"See if you can get some nice asparagus," she added. "Iíll cook it