Carrie
Carrie felt the drag of desire for all that was new and pleasing in apparel for women. She noticed too, with a touch at the heart, the fine ladies who elbowed and ignored her. Carrie was not familiar with the appearance of her more fortunate sisters of the city. Neither had she before known the nature and appearance of the shop girls with whom she now compared poorly. Where ever she encountered the eye of one it was only to recognize in it a keen analysis of her own
position dash–her
individual shortcomings of dress and that shadow of manner which she thought must hang about her and make clear to all who and what she was. A flame of envy lighted in her heart. She realized in a dim way how much the city
held dash–wealth,
fashion,
ease dash–every
adornment for women. She longed for dress and beauty with a whole heart.
