29/37 He put the empty drawers back and pushed the iron door almost to, then stood beside it meditating. Hurstwood could not bring himself to act definitely. He wanted to think about it--to ponder over it, to decide whether it were best. He was drawn by such a keen desire for Carrie, driven by such a state of turmoil in his own affairs that he thought constantly it would be best, and yet he wavered. He did not know what evil might result from it to him--how soon he might come to grief. |