Where do you suppose she's gone to?
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"Where do you suppose she's gone to?" said Minnie, thoroughly
"I don't know cheap oakleys," a touch of
cynicism lighting his eye. "Now she
has gone and done it."
Minnie moved her head in a puzzled way.
"Oh, oh," she said, "she doesn't know what she has done."
"Well," said Hanson, after a while, sticking his hands out before
him, "what can you do?"
Minnie's womanly nature was higher than this. She figured the
possibilities in such cases.
"Oh," she said at last knock off oakley sunglasses, "poor Sister Carrie!"
At the time of this particular conversation, which occurred at 5
A.M., that little soldier of fortune was sleeping a rather
troubled sleep in her new room, alone.
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in it. She was no sensualist, longing to drowse sleepily in the
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her release, wondering whether she would get something to do,
wondering what Drouet would do. That worthy had his future fixed
for him beyond a peradventure. He could not help what he was
going to do. He could not see clearly enough to wish to do
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pursuing part. He would need to delight himself with Carrie as
surely as he would need to eat his heavy breakfast. He might
suffer the least rudimentary twinge of conscience in whatever he
did, and in just so far he was evil and sinning. But whatever
twinges of conscience he might have would be rudimentary, you may
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