What should she do?
She went on thinking this, answering vaguely, languishing affectionately, and altogether drifting, until she was on a borderless sea of speculation.
"Why don't you come away ?" he said, tenderly.

"I will arrange for you whatever--" "Oh, don't," said Carrie.
"Don't what ?" he asked.

"What do you mean ?" There was a look of confusion and pain in her face.

She was wondering why that miserable thought must be brought in.

She was struck as by a blade with the miserable provision which was outside the pale of marriage.
He himself realized that it was a wretched thing to have dragged in.