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Also
there
were
wild
flowers
and
berry
bushes
to
be
plundered
.
And
from
certain
marshy
spots
,
to
be
reached
by
venturing
out
for
a
score
of
feet
or
more
,
it
was
possible
to
reach
and
take
white
lilies
with
their
delicate
yellow
hearts
.
They
were
decidedly
tempting
and
on
two
occasions
already
the
marauders
had
brought
Mrs.
Newton
large
armfuls
of
blooms
from
the
fields
and
shore
line
here
.
On
the
third
Sunday
afternoon
in
July
,
Clyde
,
as
lonely
and
rebellious
as
ever
,
was
paddling
about
in
a
dark
blue
canoe
along
the
south
bank
of
the
lake
about
a
mile
and
a
half
from
the
boathouse
.
His
coat
and
hat
were
off
,
and
in
a
seeking
and
half
resentful
mood
he
was
imagining
vain
things
in
regard
to
the
type
of
life
he
would
really
like
to
lead
.
At
different
points
on
the
lake
in
canoes
,
or
their
more
clumsy
companions
,
the
row-boats
,
were
boys
and
girls
,
men
and
women
.
And
over
the
water
occasionally
would
come
their
laughter
or
bits
of
their
conversation
.
And
in
the
distance
would
be
other
canoes
and
other
dreamers
,
happily
in
love
,
as
Clyde
invariably
decided
,
that
being
to
him
the
sharpest
contrast
to
his
own
lorn
state
.
At
any
rate
,
the
sight
of
any
other
youth
thus
romantically
engaged
with
his
girl
was
sufficient
to
set
dissonantly
jangling
the
repressed
and
protesting
libido
of
his
nature
.
And
this
would
cause
his
mind
to
paint
another
picture
in
which
,
had
fortune
favored
him
in
the
first
place
by
birth
,
he
would
now
be
in
some
canoe
on
Schroon
or
Racquette
or
Champlain
Lake
with
Sondra
Finchley
or
some
such
girl
,
paddling
and
looking
at
the
shores
of
a
scene
more
distingue
than
this
.
Or
might
he
not
be
riding
or
playing
tennis
,
or
in
the
evening
dancing
or
racing
from
place
to
place
in
some
high-powered
car
,
Sondra
by
his
side
?
He
felt
so
out
of
it
,
so
lonely
and
restless
and
tortured
by
all
that
he
saw
here
,
for
everywhere
that
he
looked
he
seemed
to
see
love
,
romance
,
contentment
.
What
to
do
?
Where
to
go
?
He
could
not
go
on
alone
like
this
forever
.
He
was
too
miserable
.
In
memory
as
well
as
mood
his
mind
went
back
to
the
few
gay
happy
days
he
had
enjoyed
in
Kansas
City
before
that
dreadful
accident
--
Ratterer
,
Hegglund
,
Higby
,
Tina
Kogel
,
Hortense
,
Ratterer
's
sister
Louise
--
in
short
,
the
gay
company
of
which
he
was
just
beginning
to
be
a
part
when
that
terrible
accident
had
occurred
.
And
next
to
Dillard
,
Rita
,
Zella
--
a
companionship
that
would
have
been
better
than
this
,
certainly
.
Were
the
Griffiths
never
going
to
do
any
more
for
him
than
this
?
Had
he
only
come
here
to
be
sneered
at
by
his
cousin
,
pushed
aside
,
or
rather
completely
ignored
by
all
the
bright
company
of
which
the
children
of
his
rich
uncle
were
a
part
?
And
so
plainly
,
from
so
many
interesting
incidents
,
even
now
in
this
dead
summertime
,
he
could
see
how
privileged
and
relaxed
and
apparently
decidedly
happy
were
those
of
that
circle
.
Notices
in
the
local
papers
almost
every
day
as
to
their
coming
and
going
here
and
there
,
the
large
and
expensive
cars
of
Samuel
as
well
as
Gilbert
Griffiths
parked
outside
the
main
office
entrance
on
such
days
as
they
were
in
Lycurgus
--
an
occasional
group
of
young
society
figures
to
be
seen
before
the
grill
of
the
Lycurgus
Hotel
,
or
before
one
of
the
fine
homes
in
Wykeagy
Avenue
,
some
one
having
returned
to
the
city
for
an
hour
or
a
night
.
And
in
the
factory
itself
,
whenever
either
was
there
--
Gilbert
or
Samuel
--
in
the
smartest
of
summer
clothes
and
attended
by
either
Messrs.
Smillie
,
Latch
,
Gotboy
or
Burkey
,
all
high
officials
of
the
company
,
making
a
most
austere
and
even
regal
round
of
the
immense
plant
and
consulting
with
or
listening
to
the
reports
of
the
various
minor
department
heads
.
And
yet
here
was
he
--
a
full
cousin
to
this
same
Gilbert
,
a
nephew
to
this
distinguished
Samuel
--
being
left
to
drift
and
pine
by
himself
,
and
for
no
other
reason
than
,
as
he
could
now
clearly
see
,
he
was
not
good
enough
.
His
father
was
not
as
able
as
this
,
his
great
uncle
--
his
mother
(
might
Heaven
keep
her
)
not
as
distinguished
or
as
experienced
as
his
cold
,
superior
,
indifferent
aunt
.
Might
it
not
be
best
to
leave
?
Had
he
not
made
a
foolish
move
,
after
all
,
in
coming
on
here
?
What
,
if
anything
,
did
these
high
relatives
ever
intend
to
do
for
him
?
In
loneliness
and
resentment
and
disappointment
,
his
mind
now
wandered
from
the
Griffiths
and
their
world
,
and
particularly
that
beautiful
Sondra
Finchley
,
whom
he
recalled
with
a
keen
and
biting
thrill
,
to
Roberta
and
the
world
which
she
as
well
as
he
was
occupying
here
.
For
although
a
poor
factory
girl
,
she
was
still
so
much
more
attractive
than
any
of
these
other
girls
with
whom
he
was
every
day
in
contact
.
How
unfair
and
ridiculous
for
the
Griffiths
to
insist
that
a
man
in
his
position
should
not
associate
with
a
girl
such
as
Roberta
,
for
instance
,
and
just
because
she
worked
in
the
mill
.
He
might
not
even
make
friends
with
her
and
bring
her
to
some
such
lake
as
this
or
visit
her
in
her
little
home
on
account
of
that
.
And
yet
he
could
not
go
with
others
more
worthy
of
him
,
perhaps
,
for
lack
of
means
or
contacts
.
And
besides
she
was
so
attractive
--
very
--
and
especially
enticing
to
him
.
He
could
see
her
now
as
she
worked
with
her
swift
,
graceful
movements
at
her
machine
.
Her
shapely
arms
and
hands
,
her
smooth
skin
and
her
bright
eyes
as
she
smiled
up
at
him
.
And
his
thoughts
were
played
over
by
exactly
the
same
emotions
that
swept
him
so
regularly
at
the
factory
.
For
poor
or
not
--
a
working
girl
by
misfortune
only
--
he
could
see
how
he
could
be
very
happy
with
her
if
only
he
did
not
need
to
marry
her
.
