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　　The elevator door was open.

　　The time came, in the third year, when this thinking began toproduce results in the Warren Street place. The tide ofpatronage dropped a little below what it had been at its bestsince he had been there. This irritated and worried him.

　　"What of?" he answered. "The police are protecting them."

　　"So you want something to do," said Mr. Brown, after he inquiredconcerning the nature of her errand. "Have you ever beenemployed in a shoe factory before?"

med and greedily eaten, had played havocwith bone and muscle. They were all pale, flabby, sunken-eyed,hollow-chested, with eyes that glinted and shone and lips thatwere a sickly red by contrast. Their hair was but half attendedto, their ears anaemic in hue, and their shoes broken in leatherand run down at heel and toe. They were of the class whichsimply floats and drifts, every wave of people washing up one, asbreakers do driftwood upon a stormy shore.

　　"Not when you have a gentle horse," said Carrie.

　　"Lord!" he said, in his own thoughts, "this can't go on."

　　One o'clock came while he was still on the car practising, and hebegan to feel hungry. The day set in snowing, and he was cold.He grew weary of running to and fro on the short track.

　　Here was another proposition nearly, if not quite, as disturbing.She would have to talk with and explain to him. He would wanther to admit that he was right. It would be impossible for herto live with him.