In the sunshine of the morning, beneath the wide, blue heavens, with a fresh wind astir, what fears, except the most desperate, can find a harbourage?
In the night, or the gloomy chambers of the day, fears and misgivings wax strong, but out in the sunlight there is, for a time, cessation even of the terror of death.
Carrie went straight forward until she crossed the river, and then turned into Fifth Avenue.

The thoroughfare, in this part, was like a walled canon of brown stone and dark red brick.

The big windows looked shiny and clean.

Trucks were rumbling in increasing numbers; men and women, girls and boys were moving onward in all directions.

She met girls of her own age, who looked at her as if with contempt for her diffidence.