There was some little shame in him at the thought of doing so, but he justified himself with the thought that he really would get something.

Rent day gave him his opportunity.
"Well," he said, as he counted it out, "that's about the last of my money.

I'll have to get something pretty soon." Carrie looked at him askance, half-suspicious of an appeal.
"If I could only hold out a little longer I think I could get something.
Drake is sure to open a hotel here in September." "Is he ?" said Carrie, thinking of the short month that still remained until that time.
"Would you mind helping me out until then ?" he said appealingly.

"I think I'll be all right after that time." "No," said Carrie, feeling sadly handicapped by fate.
"We can get along if we economies.

I'll pay you back all right." "Oh, I'll help you," said Carrie, feeling quite hardhearted at thus forcing him to humbly appeal, and yet her desire for the benefit of her earnings wrung a faint protest from her.
"Why don't you take anything, George, temporarily ?" she said.