I'll take care of you." Carrie heard this passively.

The peculiar state which she was in made it sound like the welcome breath of an open door.

Drouet seemed of her own spirit and pleasing.

He was clean, handsome, well-dressed, and sympathetic.

His voice was the voice of a friend.
"What can you do back at Columbia City ?" he went on, rousing by the words in Carrie's mind a picture of the dull world she had left.