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Roberta
turned
,
conscious
that
now
was
the
time
to
decide
whether
she
would
encourage
or
discourage
any
attention
on
his
part
.
At
the
same
time
she
was
almost
faintingly
eager
to
accept
his
attentions
regardless
of
the
problem
in
connection
with
them
.
His
eyes
!
His
hair
!
His
hands
!
And
then
instead
of
rebuking
or
chilling
him
in
any
way
,
she
only
looked
,
but
with
eyes
too
weak
and
melting
to
mean
anything
less
than
yielding
and
uncertainty
.
Clyde
saw
that
she
was
hopelessly
and
helplessly
drawn
to
him
,
as
indeed
he
was
to
her
.
On
the
instant
he
was
resolved
to
say
something
more
,
when
he
could
,
as
to
where
they
could
meet
when
no
one
was
along
,
for
it
was
plain
that
she
was
no
more
anxious
to
be
observed
than
he
was
.
He
well
knew
more
sharply
to-day
than
ever
before
that
he
was
treading
on
dangerous
ground
.
He
began
to
make
mistakes
in
his
calculations
,
to
feel
that
,
with
her
so
near
him
,
he
was
by
no
means
concentrating
on
the
various
tasks
before
him
.
She
was
too
enticing
,
too
compelling
in
so
many
ways
to
him
.
There
was
something
so
warm
and
gay
and
welcome
about
her
that
he
felt
that
if
he
could
persuade
her
to
love
him
he
would
be
among
the
most
fortunate
of
men
.
Yet
there
was
that
rule
,
and
although
on
the
lake
the
day
before
he
had
been
deciding
that
his
position
here
was
by
no
means
as
satisfactory
as
it
should
be
,
still
with
Roberta
in
it
,
as
now
it
seemed
she
well
might
be
,
would
it
not
be
much
more
delightful
for
him
to
stay
?
Could
he
not
,
for
the
time
being
at
least
,
endure
the
further
indifference
of
the
Griffiths
?
And
who
knows
,
might
they
not
yet
become
interested
in
him
as
a
suitable
social
figure
if
only
he
did
nothing
to
offend
them
?
And
yet
here
he
was
attempting
to
do
exactly
the
thing
he
had
been
forbidden
to
do
.
What
kind
of
an
injunction
was
this
,
anyhow
,
wherewith
Gilbert
had
enjoined
him
?
If
he
could
come
to
some
understanding
with
her
,
perhaps
she
would
meet
him
in
some
clandestine
way
and
thus
obviate
all
possibility
of
criticism
.
It
was
thus
that
Clyde
,
seated
at
his
desk
or
walking
about
,
was
thinking
.
For
now
his
mind
,
even
in
the
face
of
his
duties
,
was
almost
entirely
engaged
by
her
,
and
he
could
think
of
nothing
else
.
He
had
decided
to
suggest
that
they
meet
for
the
first
time
,
if
she
would
,
in
a
small
park
which
was
just
west
of
the
first
outlying
resort
on
the
Mohawk
.
But
throughout
the
day
,
so
close
to
each
other
did
the
girls
work
,
he
had
no
opportunity
to
communicate
with
her
.
Indeed
noontime
came
and
he
went
below
to
his
lunch
,
returning
a
little
early
in
the
hope
of
finding
her
sufficiently
detached
to
permit
him
to
whisper
that
he
wished
to
see
her
somewhere
.
But
she
was
surrounded
by
others
at
the
time
and
so
the
entire
afternoon
went
by
without
a
single
opportunity
.
However
,
as
he
was
going
out
,
he
bethought
him
that
if
he
should
chance
to
meet
her
alone
somewhere
in
the
street
,
he
would
venture
to
speak
to
her
.
For
she
wanted
him
to
--
that
he
knew
,
regardless
of
what
she
might
say
at
any
time
.
And
he
must
find
some
way
that
would
appear
as
accidental
and
hence
as
innocent
to
her
as
to
others
.
But
as
the
whistle
blew
and
she
left
the
building
she
was
joined
by
another
girl
,
and
he
was
left
to
think
of
some
other
way
.
That
same
evening
,
however
,
instead
of
lingering
about
the
Peyton
house
or
going
to
a
moving
picture
theater
,
as
he
so
often
did
now
,
or
walking
alone
somewhere
in
order
to
allay
his
unrest
and
loneliness
,
he
chose
now
instead
to
seek
out
the
home
of
Roberta
on
Taylor
Street
.
It
was
not
a
pleasing
house
,
as
he
now
decided
,
not
nearly
so
attractive
as
Mrs.
Cuppy
's
or
the
house
in
which
he
now
dwelt
.
It
was
too
old
and
brown
,
the
neighborhood
too
nondescript
,
if
conservative
.
But
the
lights
in
different
rooms
glowing
at
this
early
hour
gave
it
a
friendly
and
genial
look
.
And
the
few
trees
in
front
were
pleasant
.
What
was
Roberta
doing
now
?
Why
could
n't
she
have
waited
for
him
in
the
factory
?
Why
could
n't
she
sense
now
that
he
was
outside
and
come
out
?
He
wished
intensely
that
in
some
way
he
could
make
her
feel
that
he
was
out
here
,
and
so
cause
her
to
come
out
.
But
she
did
n't
.
On
the
contrary
,
he
observed
Mr.
Shurlock
issue
forth
and
disappear
toward
Central
Avenue
.
And
,
after
that
,
pedestrian
after
pedestrian
making
their
way
out
of
different
houses
along
the
street
and
toward
Central
,
which
caused
him
to
walk
briskly
about
the
block
in
order
to
avoid
being
seen
.
At
the
same
time
he
sighed
often
,
because
it
was
such
a
fine
night
--
a
full
moon
rising
about
nine-thirty
and
hanging
heavy
and
yellow
over
the
chimney
tops
.
He
was
so
lonely
.
But
at
ten
,
the
moon
becoming
too
bright
,
and
no
Roberta
appearing
,
he
decided
to
leave
.
It
was
not
wise
to
be
hanging
about
here
.
But
the
night
being
so
fine
he
resented
the
thought
of
his
room
and
instead
walked
up
and
down
Wykeagy
Avenue
,
looking
at
the
fine
houses
there
--
his
uncle
Samuel
's
among
them
.
Now
,
all
their
occupants
were
away
at
their
summer
places
.
The
houses
were
dark
.
And
Sondra
Finchley
and
Bertine
Cranston
and
all
that
company
--
what
were
they
doing
on
a
night
like
this
?
Where
dancing
?
Where
speeding
?
Where
loving
?
It
was
so
hard
to
be
poor
,
not
to
have
money
and
position
and
to
be
able
to
do
in
life
exactly
as
you
wished
.
And
the
next
morning
,
more
eager
than
usual
,
he
was
out
of
Mrs.
Peyton
's
by
six-forty-five
,
anxious
to
find
some
way
of
renewing
his
attentions
to
Roberta
.
For
there
was
that
crowd
of
factory
workers
that
proceeded
north
along
Central
Avenue
.
And
she
would
be
a
unit
in
it
,
of
course
,
at
about
7.10
.
But
his
trip
to
the
factory
was
fruitless
.
For
,
after
swallowing
a
cup
of
coffee
at
one
of
the
small
restaurants
near
the
post-office
and
walking
the
length
of
Central
Avenue
toward
the
mill
,
and
pausing
at
a
cigar
store
to
see
if
Roberta
should
by
any
chance
come
along
alone
,
he
was
rewarded
by
the
sight
of
her
with
Grace
Marr
again
.
What
a
wretched
,
crazy
world
this
was
,
he
at
once
decided
,
and
how
difficult
it
was
in
this
miserable
town
for
anyone
to
meet
anyone
else
alone
.
Everyone
,
nearly
,
knew
everyone
else
.
Besides
,
Roberta
knew
that
he
was
trying
to
get
a
chance
to
talk
to
her
.
Why
should
n't
she
walk
alone
then
?
He
had
looked
at
her
enough
yesterday
.
And
yet
here
she
was
walking
with
Grace
Marr
and
appeared
seemingly
contented
.
What
was
the
matter
with
her
anyhow
?
