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With
a
twist
he
released
his
body
from
her
arm
and
started
walking
briskly
down
the
street
in
the
dark
.
And
Roberta
,
stricken
by
this
sudden
development
which
was
so
painful
to
both
,
called
,
"
Clyde
!
"
And
then
ran
after
him
a
little
way
,
eager
that
he
should
pause
and
let
her
plead
with
him
more
.
But
he
did
not
return
.
Instead
he
went
briskly
on
.
And
for
the
moment
it
was
all
she
could
do
to
keep
from
following
him
and
by
sheer
force
,
if
need
be
,
restrain
him
.
Her
Clyde
!
And
she
started
running
in
his
direction
a
little
,
but
as
suddenly
stopped
,
checked
for
the
moment
by
the
begging
,
pleading
,
compromising
attitude
in
which
she
,
for
the
first
time
,
found
herself
.
For
on
the
one
hand
all
her
conventional
training
was
now
urging
her
to
stand
firm
--
not
to
belittle
herself
in
this
way
--
whereas
on
the
other
,
all
her
desires
for
love
,
understanding
,
companionship
,
urged
her
to
run
after
him
before
it
was
too
late
,
and
he
was
gone
.
His
beautiful
face
,
his
beautiful
hands
.
His
eyes
.
And
still
the
receding
echo
of
his
feet
.
And
yet
so
binding
were
the
conventions
which
had
been
urged
upon
her
up
to
this
time
that
,
though
suffering
horribly
,
a
balance
between
the
two
forces
was
struck
,
and
she
paused
,
feeling
that
she
could
neither
go
forward
nor
stand
still
--
understand
or
endure
this
sudden
rift
in
their
wonderful
friendship
.
Pain
constricted
her
heart
and
whitened
her
lips
.
She
stood
there
numb
and
silent
--
unable
to
voice
anything
,
even
the
name
Clyde
which
persistently
arose
as
a
call
in
her
throat
Instead
she
was
merely
thinking
,
"
Oh
,
Clyde
,
please
do
n't
go
,
Clyde
.
Oh
,
please
do
n't
go
.
"
And
he
was
already
out
of
hearing
,
walking
briskly
and
grimly
on
,
the
click
and
echo
of
his
receding
steps
falling
less
and
less
clearly
on
her
suffering
ears
.
It
was
the
first
flashing
,
blinding
,
bleeding
stab
of
love
for
her
.
The
state
of
Roberta
's
mind
for
that
night
is
not
easily
to
be
described
.
For
here
was
true
and
poignant
love
,
and
in
youth
true
and
poignant
love
is
difficult
to
withstand
.
Besides
it
was
coupled
with
the
most
stirring
and
grandiose
illusions
in
regard
to
Clyde
's
local
material
and
social
condition
--
illusions
which
had
little
to
do
with
anything
he
had
done
to
build
up
,
but
were
based
rather
on
conjecture
and
gossip
over
which
he
had
no
control
.
And
her
own
home
,
as
well
as
her
personal
situation
was
so
unfortunate
--
no
promise
of
any
kind
save
in
his
direction
.
And
here
she
was
quarreling
with
him
--
sending
him
away
angry
.
On
the
other
hand
was
he
not
beginning
to
push
too
ardently
toward
those
troublesome
and
no
doubt
dreadful
liberties
and
familiarities
which
her
morally
trained
conscience
would
not
permit
her
to
look
upon
as
right
?
How
was
she
to
do
now
?
What
to
say
?
Now
it
was
that
she
said
to
herself
in
the
dark
of
her
room
,
after
having
slowly
and
thoughtfully
undressed
and
noiselessly
crept
into
the
large
,
old-fashioned
bed
.
"
No
,
I
wo
n't
do
that
.
I
must
n't
.
I
ca
n't
.
I
will
be
a
bad
girl
if
I
do
.
I
should
not
do
that
for
him
even
though
he
does
want
me
to
,
and
should
threaten
to
leave
me
forever
in
case
I
refuse
.
He
should
be
ashamed
to
ask
me
.
"
And
at
the
very
same
moment
,
or
the
next
,
she
would
be
asking
herself
what
else
under
the
circumstances
they
were
to
do
.
For
most
certainly
Clyde
was
at
least
partially
correct
in
his
contention
that
they
had
scarcely
anywhere
else
they
could
go
and
not
be
recognized
.
How
unfair
was
that
rule
of
the
company
.
And
no
doubt
apart
from
that
rule
,
the
Griffiths
would
think
it
beneath
him
to
be
troubling
with
her
,
as
would
no
doubt
the
Newtons
and
the
Gilpins
for
that
matter
,
if
they
should
hear
and
know
who
he
was
.
And
if
this
information
came
to
their
knowledge
it
would
injure
him
and
her
.
And
she
would
not
do
anything
that
would
injure
him
--
never
.
One
thing
that
occurred
to
her
at
this
point
was
that
she
should
get
a
place
somewhere
else
so
that
this
problem
should
be
solved
--
a
problem
which
at
the
moment
seemed
to
have
little
to
do
with
the
more
immediate
and
intimate
one
of
desiring
to
enter
her
room
.
But
that
would
mean
that
she
would
not
see
him
any
more
all
day
long
--
only
at
night
.
And
then
not
every
night
by
any
means
.
And
that
caused
her
to
lay
aside
this
thought
of
seeking
another
place
.
At
the
same
time
as
she
now
meditated
the
dawn
would
come
to-morrow
and
there
would
be
Clyde
at
the
factory
.
And
supposing
that
he
should
not
speak
to
her
nor
she
to
him
.
Impossible
!
Ridiculous
!
Terrible
!
The
mere
thought
brought
her
to
a
sitting
posture
in
bed
,
where
distractedly
a
vision
of
Clyde
looking
indifferently
and
coldly
upon
her
came
to
her
.
