哔咔中文界面
哔咔中文界面
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哔咔中文界面 This thing was the remains of his old-time cocksureness andindependence. Sitting in his flat, and reading of the doings ofother people, sometimes this independent, undefeated mood cameupon him. Forgetting the weariness of the streets and thedegradation of search, he would sometimes prick up his ears. Itwas as if he said:
Carrie heard him, but she could not bring herself to answerreasonably. She felt that the man was gentle, and that hisinterest in her had not abated, and it made her suffer a pang ofregret. She was in a most helpless plight.哔咔中文界面 "Pretty, too, isn't she?" said Quincel.
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He put his hand into the first of the boxes and lifted the stack,letting the separate parcels fall. They were bills of fifty andone hundred dollars done in packages of a thousand. He thoughthe counted ten such.
"Yes, come on," said Carrie.
being spoken, indicated that they were first.
"Promise me you'll do that," he said, "and we'll quit talkingabout it. It'll be the best thing for you."
Lo, the manager remembered that he had never had so much. Allhis property had been slowly accumulated, and now his wife ownedthat. He was worth more than forty thousand, all told--but shewould get that.
To recover herself she went into the front room while hesearched. Presently she returned. He had a pencil, and waswriting upon an envelope.
He adjusted his paper very comfortably and continued. It was theone thing he read with absorbing interest.
"Yes, we whipped them out over there without much trouble."
"Sit still, Carrie," he said. "Sit still. It won't do you anygood to get up here. Listen to me and I'll tell you what I'lldo. Wait a moment."
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