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There had been something so personal, so subtle, in each meeting between
them, both when Drouet was present and when he was absent, that Carrie
could not speak of it without feeling a sense of difficulty. She was no
talker. She could never arrange her thoughts in fluent order. It was
always a matter of feeling with her, strong and deep. Each time there
had been no sentence of importance which she could relate, and as for
the glances and sensations, what woman would reveal them? Such things
had never been between her and Drouet. As a matter of fact, they could
never be. She had been dominated by distress and the enthusiastic forces
of relief which Drouet represented at an opportune moment when she
yielded to him. Now she was persuaded by secret current feelings which
Drouet had never understood. Hurstwood's glance was as effective as the
spoken words of a lover, and more. They called for no immediate
decision, and could not be answered.
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She, on the contrary, was not at all inclined to accept anything less
than a complete fulfillment of the letter of their relationship, though
the spirit might be wanting. "We are coming down town this
afternoon," she remarked, a few days later. "I want you to
come over to Kinsley's and meet Mr. Phillips and his wife. They're
stopping at the Tremont, and we're going to show them around a little."
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Drouet heightened her opinion on this and allied subjects in such a
manner as to weaken her power of resisting their influence. It is so
easy to do this when the thing opined is in the line of what we desire.
In his hearty way, he insisted upon her good looks. He looked at her
admiringly, and she took it at its full value. Under the circumstances,
she did not need to carry herself as pretty women do. She picked that
knowledge up fast enough for herself. Drouet had a habit, characteristic
of his kind, of looking after stylishly dressed or pretty women on the
street and remarking upon them. He had just enough of the feminine love
of dress to be a good judge—not of intellect, but of clothes. He saw how
they set their little feet, how they carried their chins, with what
grace and sinuosity they swung their bodies. A dainty, self-conscious
swaying of the hips by a woman was to him as alluring as the glint of
rare wine to a toper. He would turn and follow th
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She really was not enamored of Drouet. She was more clever than he. In a
dim way, she was beginning to see where he lacked. If it had not been
for this, if she had not been able to measure and judge him in a way,
she would have been worse off than she was. She would have adored him.
She would have been utterly wretched in her fear of not gaining his
affection, of losing his interest, of being swept away and left without
an anchorage. As it was, she wavered a little, slightly anxious, at
first, to gain him completely, but later feeling at ease in waiting. She
was not exactly sure what she thought of him—what she wanted to do.
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It was when Carrie was alone, looking out across the park, that she
would be listening to this. It would come infrequently—when something
else did not interfere, when the pleasant side was not too apparent,
when Drouet was not there. It was somewhat clear in utterance at first,
but never wholly convincing. There was always an answer, always the
December days threatened. She was alone; she was desireful; she was
fearful of the whistling wind. The voice of want made answer for her.
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