This line the individual at her elbow now marked for Carrie.

She became conscious of an inequality.

Her own plain blue dress, with its black cotton tape trimmings, now seemed to her shabby.

She felt the worn state of her shoes.
"Let's see," he went on, "I know quite a number of people in your town.
Morgenroth the clothier and Gibson the dry goods man." "Oh, do you ?" she interrupted; aroused by memories of longings their show windows had cost her.
At last he had a clew to her interest, and followed it deftly.

In a few minutes he had come about into her seat.