走兽Not long after she arrived Mrs. Hale established social relationswith her, and together they went about. For a long time this washer only companionship, and the gossip of the managers wifeformed the medium through which she saw the world. Suchtrivialities, such praises of wealth, such conventionalexpression of morals as sifted through this passive creaturesmind, fell upon Carrie and for the while confused her.飞禽走兽森林舞会奔驰宝马森林
奔驰宝马On the other hand, her own feelings were a corrective influence.The constant drag to something better was not to be denied. Bythose things which address the heart was she steadily recalled.In the apartments across the hall were a young girl and hermother. They were from Evansville, Indiana, the wife anddaughter of a railroad treasurer. The daughter was here to studymusic, the mother to keep her company.飞禽飞禽走兽森林舞会奔驰宝马走兽Carrie did not make their acquaintance, but she saw the daughtercoming in and going out. A few times she had seen her at thepiano in the parlour, and not infrequently had heard her play.This young woman was particularly dressy for her station, andwore a jewelled ring or two which flashed upon her white fingersas she played.森林奔驰宝马Now Carrie was affected by music. Her nervous compositionresponded to certain strains, much as certain strings of a harpvibrate when a corresponding key of a piano is struck. She wasdelicately moulded in sentiment, and answered with vagueruminations to certain wistful chords. They awoke longings forthose things which she did not have. They caused her to clingcloser to things she possessed. One short song the young ladyplayed in a most soulful and tender mood. Carrie heard itthrough the open door from the parlour below. It was at thathour between afternoon and night when, for the idle, thewanderer, things are apt to take on a wistful aspect. The mindwanders forth on far journeys and returns with sheaves ofwithered and departed joys. Carrie sat at her window lookingout. Drouet had been away since ten in the morning. She hadamused herself with a walk, a book by Bertha M. Clay which Drouethad left there, though she did not wholly enjoy the latter, andby changing her dress for the evening. Now she sat looking outacross the park as wistful and depressed as the nature whichcraves variety and life can be under such circumstances. As shecontemplated her new state, the strain from the parlour belowstole upward. With it her thoughts became coloured and enmeshed.She reverted to the things which were best and saddest within thesmall limit of her experience. She became for the moment arepentant.
飞禽走兽While she was in this mood Drouet came in, bringing with him anentirely different atmosphere. It was dusk and Carrie had森林They were off for a drive--she, looking about and noticing fineclothing, the young men voicing those silly pleasantries and weakquips which pass for humour in coy circles. Carrie saw the greatpark parade of carriages, beginning at the Fifty-ninth Streetentrance and winding past the Museum of Art to the exit at OneHundred and Tenth Street and Seventh Avenue. Her eye was oncemore taken by the show of wealth--the elaborate costumes, elegantharnesses, spirited horses, and, above all, the beauty. Oncemore the plague of poverty galled her, but now she forgot in ameasure her own troubles so far as to forget Hurstwood. Hewaited until four, five, and even six. It was getting dark whenhe got up out of his chair.详情