海角乐园字幕失败
海角乐园字幕失败
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海角乐园字幕失败 Now, it so happened that from his observations of Carrie he beganto imagine that she was of the thoroughly domestic type of mind.He really thought, after a year, that her chief expression inlife was finding its natural channel in household duties.Notwithstanding the fact that he had observed her act in Chicago,and that during the past year he had only seen her limited in herrelations to her flat and him by conditions which he made, andthat she had not gained any friends or associates, he drew thispeculiar conclusion. With it came a feeling of satisfaction inhaving a wife who could thus be content, and this satisfactionworked its natural result. That is, since he imagined he saw hersatisfied, he felt called upon to give only that whichcontributed to such satisfaction. He supplied the furniture, thedecorations, the food, and the necessary clothing. Thoughts ofentertaining her, leading her out into the shine and show oflife, grew less and less. He felt attracted to the outer world,but did not think she wo
At last the curtain was ready to go up. All the details of themake-up had been completed, and the company settled down as theleader of the small, hired orchestra tapped significantly uponhis music rack with his baton and began the soft curtain-raisingstrain. Hurstwood ceased talking, and went with Drouet and hisfriend Sagar Morrison around to the box.海角乐园字幕失败 She looked at him quizzically, but melted with sympathy as thevalue of the look upon his face forced itself upon her. It waslove now, keen and strong--love enhanced by difficulty and worry.She could not help smiling.
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"Look here now, Carrie," he said, "you mustn't act this way. Ididn't mean to hurt your feelings. I don't want to do anythingto make you feel bad."
"Oh, you know," and Drouet waved her intelligence, as it were,with his hand.
"No; I've tried. The only thing I can see, if I want to improve,is to get hold of a place of my own."
At Broadway and Thirty-ninth Street was blazing, in incandescentfire, Carrie's name. "Carrie Madenda," it read, "and the CasinoCompany." All the wet, snowy sidewalk was bright with thisradiated fire. It was so bright that it attracted Hurstwood'sgaze. He looked up, and then at a large, gilt-framedposterboard, on which was a fine lithograph of Carrie, lifesize.
"Honest to God, mister, I'm without a place to sleep."
He listened to this with but dull perception of what it meant.It had no serious ring to it. The question was not up forimmediate decision.
And now Carrie had attained that which in the beginning seemedlife's object, or, at least, such fraction of it as human beingsever attain of their original desires. She could look about onher gowns and carriage, her furniture and bank account. Friendsthere were, as the world takes it--those who would bow and smilein acknowledgment of her success. For these she had once craved.Applause there was, and publicity--once far off, essentialthings, but now grown trivial and indifferent. Beauty also--hertype of loveliness--and yet she was lonely. In her rocking-chairshe sat, when not otherwise engaged--singing and dreaming.
"Didn't think!" said Carrie, now angered to the core by the man'speculiar attitude. "Of course not. You thought only of whatwould be to your satisfaction. You thought you'd make a toy ofme--a plaything. Well, I'll show you that you won't. I'll havenothing more to do with you at all. You can take your old thingsand keep them," and unfastening a little pin he had given her,she flung it vigorously upon the floor and began to move about asif to gather up the things which belonged to her.
"No, you didn't," she contradicted, suddenly recovering hervoice. "You didn't do anything of the kind."
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