Сестра Керри

Chapter XXVIII. A Pilgrim, An Outlaw: The Spirit Detained

           Hecouldonlythinkofhowneedfulitwastomakethetrainandgetquietlyaway.Carrieseemedquitetractable,andhecongratulatedhimself.

           Induetimetheyreachedthedepot,andafterhelpingherouthehandedthemanafive-dollarbillandhurriedon.

           “Youwaithere,”hesaidtoCarrie,whentheyreachedthewaiting-room,“whileIgetthetickets.”

           “HaveImuchtimetocatchthattrainforDetroit?”heaskedoftheagent.

           “Fourminutes,”saidthelatter.

           Hepaidfortwoticketsascircumspectlyaspossible.

           “Isitfar?”saidCarrie,ashehurriedback.

           “Notvery,”hesaid.“Wemustgetrightin.”

           Hepushedherbeforehimatthegate,stoodbetweenherandtheticketmanwhilethelatterpunchedtheirtickets,sothatshecouldnotsee,andthenhurriedafter.

           Therewasalonglineofexpressandpassengercarsandoneortwocommondaycoaches.Asthetrainhadonlyrecentlybeenmadeupandfewpassengerswereexpected,therewereonlyoneortwobrakemenwaiting.Theyenteredthereardaycoachandsatdown.Almostimmediately,“Allaboard,”resoundedfaintlyfromtheoutside,andthetrainstarted.

           Carriebegantothinkitwasalittlebitcurious—thisgoingtoadepot—butsaidnothing.Thewholeincidentwassooutofthenaturalthatshedidnotattachtoomuchweighttoanythingsheimagined.

           “Howhaveyoubeen?”askedHurstwoodgently,forhenowbreathedeasier.

           “Verywell,”saidCarrie,whowassodisturbedthatshecouldnotbringaproperattitudetobearinthematter.ShewasstillnervoustoreachDrouetandseewhatcouldbethematter.

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