Сестра Керри

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

           

           Presentlyitbegantogainspeed,andCarriesawthesilentstreetsflashingbyinrapidsuccession.Theenginealsobeganitswhistle-callsoffourparts,withwhichitsignalleddangertoimportantcrossings.

           “Isitveryfar?”askedCarrie.

           “Notsovery,”saidHurstwood.Hecouldhardlyrepressasmileathersimplicity.Hewantedtoexplainandconciliateher,buthealsowantedtobewelloutofChicago.

           Inthelapseofanotherhalf-houritbecameapparenttoCarriethatitwasquitearuntowhereverhewastakingher,anyhow.

           “IsitinChicago?”sheaskednervously.Theywerenowfarbeyondthecitylimits,andthetrainwasscuddingacrosstheIndianalineatagreatrate.

           “No,”hesaid,“notwherewearegoing.”

           Therewassomethinginthewayhesaidthiswhicharousedherinaninstant.

           Herprettybrowbegantocontract.

           “WearegoingtoseeCharlie,aren’twe?”sheasked.

           Hefeltthatthetimewasup.Anexplanationmightaswellcomenowaslater.Therefore,heshookhisheadinthemostgentlenegative.

           “What?”saidCarrie.Shewasnonplussedatthepossibilityoftheerrandbeingdifferentfromwhatshehadthought.

           Heonlylookedatherinthemostkindlyandmollifyingway.

           “Well,whereareyoutakingme,then?”sheasked,hervoiceshowingthequalityoffright.

           “I’lltellyou,Carrie,ifyou’llbequiet.Iwantyoutocomealongwithmetoanothercity.”

           “Oh,”saidCarrie,hervoicerisingintoaweakcry.“Letmeoff.Idon’twanttogowithyou.”

           Shewasquiteappalledattheman’saudacity.

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