Though wearied, she would be inconspicuous.

This illusion ended when another young man passed along the aisle and poked her indifferently in the ribs with his thumb.

She turned about, indignation leaping to her eyes, but he had gone on and only once turned to grin.
She found it difficult to conquer an inclination to cry.
The girl next her noticed her state of mind.

"Don't you mind," she said.
"He's too fresh." Carrie said nothing, but bent over her work.

She felt as though she could hardly endure such a life.