sister carrie

Chapter 48 (2)

Chapter 28 A journey, a gangster who slipped through the net: an elf was detained (2)
"You think I cheated you a lot, but I didn't. I didn't like it. I'm done with my wife. She can't ask for anything. I'll never see her again. That's why I was here tonight, that's why I came to take you away."

"You said Charlie was hurt," said Carrie viciously. "You lied to me, you have always lied to me, and now you're going to force me to run away with you."

She was so excited that she stood up again, trying to break free from him again.He let her go.She sat on another seat, and he followed.

"Don't leave me, Carrie," he said tenderly. "Listen to me. If you will hear me, you will understand my position. I tell you, my wife is nothing to me. For many years, It's been like this for a long time, or I wouldn't be close to you. As soon as I can, I will divorce. I will never see her again, we are done. You are the only person I need. If I win you, I will never Don't think about other women."

Carrie heard these words while her heart was very irritable.However, despite the way he behaved, it sounded very sincere.There was a passion in Hurstwood's manner and manner which could not fail to move her heart.She didn't want to have anything to do with him.He was married before, he had already lied to her, and now he came to lie to her again, she thought this man was terrible.Still, there was something in such audacity and tyranny that had something attractive about a woman, especially if she could feel that it was all done out of love for her, out of necessity.

The movement of the train has much to do with explaining this difficult situation.The speeding wheels and the disappearance of the fields were throwing Chicago farther and farther away.Carrie realized that she had come a long way—the engine was racing almost nonstop to a city far away.Sometimes she felt like crying and making a scene so someone could come out and save her.And sometimes it felt like it was useless—no matter what she did, no one would come to her rescue.And at the same time, Hurstwood was always pleading in this way, to move her heart to sympathize with him.

"I was really forced to have nowhere to go."

Carrie was too reserved to show that she heard the words.

"Once I understood that you would not come unless I married you, I made up my mind, and put everything else aside, to let you run away with me. I am now fleeing to another city, I'm going to go to Mondrian for a while, and then you can go where you want. If you just ask, we might as well go to New York and live in New York."

"I have nothing to do with you," said Carrie. "I'm going to get out of the car. Where are we going?"

"To Detroit," said Hurstwood.

"Oh!" cried Carrie anxiously.The place is so far away, and it has already been settled, which makes the situation even more difficult.

"You're coming with me, aren't you?" he said, as if there was a great danger that she wouldn't come with him. "You don't mind anything, just follow me, I won't give you anything Trouble. You can look at Mondrian and New York, and then, if you don't want to stay, you can come back, better than this evening."

For the first time Carrie felt that there was something fair about the idea.Although she was deeply afraid that he would persist in his opposition if she carried out this idea, she still thought it was a reasonable idea.Mondrian and New York! Now she was galloping into these great and strange regions, and could visit if she liked.She thought about it, but said nothing.

It seemed to Hurstwood that he sensed some hint of submission.He stepped up.

"Just think," he said, "what a price I've paid. I can never go back to Chicago. I've got to leave now, and live alone, and if you don't come with me, you won't leave me alone. Forget it, Carrie?"

"I don't want you to talk to me," she replied forcefully.

Hurstwood was silent for a while.

It seemed to Carrie that the train was moving slowly.This is the time for action, if any, and she swayed restlessly.

"Don't even try to go, Carrie," he said. "If you've got me in your heart, come with me and we'll start all over again, and I'll do what you want. I'll marry you." , or else I'll let you go back. Take your time to think about it. If I didn't love you, I wouldn't want you here. I tell you, Carrie, I can't live without you, by God, I don't want to live!"

The man's pleading had a fiery color, which deeply moved her sympathy.What dominates him now is the flame that melts everything.He loved her too much to give her up at this painful moment.He took her hand restlessly, and held it tight with sincere pleading.

The train was coming to a stop, and there were other cars running on the next track.It was a dark and bleak scene outside the car, and a few drops of water on the window indicated that it was raining.Carrie is in a dilemma, vacillating between making up her mind and being desperate.Now that the train had stopped, she was listening to his pleading words.The engine backed off a few steps, then stopped.

She was in a dilemma, unable to move at all.Time slipped by minute by minute, she was still hesitating, and he was still pleading.

"Would you let me come back if I wanted to?" she asked, as if she was now firmly in charge and her companion was completely subdued.

"Of course," he replied, "you know I will."

Carrie listened as if she had agreed to a temporary pardon.She felt that everything was in the palm of her hand.

The train moved faster again, and Hurstwood changed the subject.

"Aren't you tired?" he said.

"No," she replied.

"Would you like me to buy you a berth in the sleeping car?"

She shook her head, although she had endless troubles, and he loved to play tricks, but she still noticed what she always felt——his thoughtfulness.

"Oh, yes," he said, "you'll be more comfortable."

She shook her head.

"Anyway, let me fix my coat for you." He stood up, and arranged his light coat so she could rest her head on it.

"Okay," he said softly, "now you can rest." For her meekness, he really wanted to kiss her.He sat beside her and thought for a while.

"I see we've had a heavy rain," he said.

"Yes," said Carrie.With the sound of raindrops and the gust of wind blowing, the train broke through the darkness and ran forward to a new world, and Carrie's heart gradually calmed down.

The thought that I could calm Carrie's mind somewhat.This pleased Hurstwood, but it was only a temporary relief.Now that her resistance was out of the way, he had to concentrate on reviewing his mistakes.

His condition was dire.Because he didn't mean to have the miserable money he stole, he didn't want to be a thief.Neither this money nor anything else could make up for the position he had so foolishly lost.It could not give him back his friends, his fame, his house, his family, even the Carrie he had hoped to win.He was banished from Chicago--banished from his comfortable, secure position.His dignity, his gay parties, his happy evenings, were all robbed of him by himself.But for what? The more he thought about it, the more it became unbearable.He was thinking, might as well try to see if he can restore his original condition.He could return the money he had tragically stolen that night with an explanation.Maybe Moai would understand, maybe they would forgive him and let him go back to work.

At noon, the train pulled into Detroit, and he began to feel particularly flustered.By now the police must be after him.They might have informed the police in all the major cities that detectives were looking for him.He thought of the cases where criminals who were short of public funds were caught.As a result, he couldn't breathe, and his face was a little pale.His hands seemed to have nowhere to rest.He pretended to be looking at some scenes outside the window with great interest, but he turned a blind eye to them.He stomped on the floor repeatedly.

Carrie noticed his excitement, but said nothing.She didn't know what it meant, or what significance it had.

He wondered now why he hadn't asked whether the train went straight to Mondrian or to some part of Canada.Maybe he can manage to save some time.He jumped up and went to the ticket inspector.

"Isn't there another car of this train going straight to Mondrian?" he asked.

"Yes, that's the case for the sleeping berth at the back."

He had wanted to ask something else, but that didn't seem very clever, so he decided to wait on the station.

The train came into the platform, clanging and puffing.

"I think we'd better go straight to Mondrian," he said to Carrie. "I'll see how we get around when we get off."

He was very flustered, but tried to keep his composure on the surface.Carrie just looked at him with her wide, bewildered eyes.Her thoughts could only wander wherever she wanted, and she didn't know what to do.

The train stopped, and Hurstwood went out first.He looked round cautiously, pretending to attend to Carrie.He didn't see any signs of monitoring, so he walked towards the ticket office.

"When does the next train to Mondrian leave?" he asked.

"There are still 10 minutes." The conductor said.

He bought two tickets and a first-class sleeper, and hurried over to Carrie.

"We'll be going in a minute," he said, not noticing how tired and sleepy Carrie looked.

"I wish I could get rid of all this sooner," she cried gloomily.

"You'll feel better when we get to Mondrian," he said.

"I have nothing with me," said Carrie, "not even a handkerchief."

"When you get there, you can ask for and buy anything, dearest," he explained. "You can call a tailor."

At this time, the attendant at the station called the passengers to get on the train, and they got on the train.Hurstwood breathed a sigh of relief as the train moved.There is a short drive to the river and then a ferry.As soon as the train left the ferry, he leaned back with a sigh.

"It won't be long," he said, thinking of her with a sigh of relief. "We'll be there early tomorrow morning."

Carrie ignored him.

"I'll see if there's a food truck," he went on. "I'm hungry."

(End of this chapter)