The speeding wheels and disappearing country put Chicago farther and farther behind.

Carrie could feel that she was being borne a long distance off-that the engine was making an almost through run to some distant city.

She felt at times as if she could cry out and make such a row that some one would come to her aid; at other times it seemed an almost useless thing--so far was she from any aid, no matter what she did.

All the while Hurstwood was endeavoring to formulate his plea in such a way that it would strike home and bring her into sympathy with him.
"I was simply put where I didn't know what else to do." Carrie deigned no suggestion of hearing this.
"When I say you wouldn't come unless I could marry you, I decided to put everything else behind me and get you to come away with me.

I'm going off now to another city.