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Gratis
Theodore Dreiser

Sister Carrie

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    When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse.
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    When he looked at his fine clothes, he saw them with her eyes—and her eyes were young.
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    could not resist the temptation to come out this afternoon, it was so pleasant.
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    You had not tried before you failed."
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    [A hand-writted note, transcribed below, appeared on the first page of this copy of the book. The etext transcriber cannot attest to its authenticity.]

    My Dear Mr. Norris:
    Owing as I do so very much to your earliest and most unqualified approval of this story in manuscript form it is my determination to inscribe a copy to you whether you will or no. That it reaches either you or the public "under cover" so soon is due entirely to you. Therefore refuse not a corner on the family table to the off-spring you so generously fostered; neither attempt to deny in the future that your sins do find you out.
    With the most grateful remembrances I am,
    Sincerely yours
    Dreiser
    Sister Carrie

    By
    Theodore Dreiser

    NEW YORK
    Doubleday, Page & Co.
    1900

    COPYRIGHT, 1900, BY
    DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & CO.
    TO MY FRIEND

    ARTHUR HENRY

    WHOSE STEADFAST IDEALS AND SERENE
    DEVOTION TO TRUTH AND BEAUTY
    HAVE SERVED TO LIGHTEN THE METHOD
    AND STRENGTHEN THE PURPOSE OF
    THIS VOLUME.
    SISTER CARRIE

    CHAPTER I

    THE MAGNET ATTRACTING: A WAIF AMID FORCES
    When Caroline Meeber boarded the afternoon train for Chicago, her total outfit consisted of a small trunk, a cheap imitation alligator-skin satchel, a small lunch in a paper box, and a yellow leather snap purse, containing her ticket, a scrap of paper with her sister's address in Van Buren Street, and four dollars in money. It was in August, 1889. She was eighteen years of age, bright, timid, and full of the illusions of ignorance and youth. Whatever touch of regret at parting characterised her thoughts, it was certainly not for advantages now being given up. A gush of tears at her mother's farewell kiss, a touch in her throat when the cars clacked by the flour mill where her father worked by the day, a pathetic sigh as the familiar green environs of the village passed in review, and the threads which bound her so lightly to girlhood and home were irretrievably broken.
    To be sure there was always the next station, where one might descend and return. There was the great city, bound more closely by these very trains which came up daily. Columbia City was not so very far away, even once she was in Chicago. What, pray, is a few hours—a few hundred miles? She looked at the little slip bearing her sister's address and wondered. She gazed at the green landscape, now passing in swift review, until her swifter thoughts replaced its impression with vague conjectures of what Chicago might be.
    When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse. Of an intermediate balance, under the circumstances, there is no possibility. The city has its cunning wiles, no less than the infinitely smaller and more human tempter. There are large forces which allure with all the soulfulness of expression possible in the most cultured human. The gleam of a thousand lights is often as effective as the persuasive light in a wooing and fascinating eye. Half the undoing of the unsophisticated and natural mind is accomplished by forces wholly superhuman. A blare of sound, a roar of life, a vast array of human
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    On the walls were designs in colour, square spots of robin's-egg blue, set in ornate frames of gilt, whose corners were elaborate mouldings of fruit and flowers, with fat cupids hovering in angelic comfort. On the ceilings were coloured traceries with more gilt, leading to a centre where spread a cluster of lights—incandescent globes mingled with glittering prisms and stucco tendrils of gilt. The floor was of a reddish hue, waxed and polished, and in every direction were mirrors—tall, brilliant, bevel-edged mirrors—reflecting and re-reflecting forms, faces, and candelabra a score and a hundred times.
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    increased in value in his eyes because of her objection. She was something to struggle for, and that was everything.
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    know too much of the world."
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    you would be very happy. You know so much of the world."
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    He picked her as he would the fresh fruit of a tree.
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    When the distraction of the tongue is removed, the heart listens.
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    felt that she was more clever with him than with others.
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    could not sympathise with her.
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    feeling in his good-natured egotism that it was probably lack of his presence which had made her lonely.
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    he could not correct, he would ignore. There was a tendency in him to walk away from the impossible thing.
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    "perfectly appointed house."
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    He had a way of touching her hand in explanation, as if to impress a fact upon her. He touched it now as he spoke of going.
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    Like all women, she was there to object and be convinced. It was for him to brush the doubts away and clear the path if he could.
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    When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things
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