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Oh
,
how
bitter
!
Oh
,
how
cruel
!
And
how
utterly
she
despised
those
other
girls
with
their
oglings
and
their
open
attempts
to
take
him
from
her
.
Oh
,
how
terrible
.
Surely
he
must
be
very
opposed
to
her
now
--
otherwise
he
could
not
do
this
,
and
especially
after
all
that
had
been
between
them
--
the
love
--
the
kisses
.
The
hours
dragged
for
both
,
and
with
as
much
poignance
for
Clyde
as
for
Roberta
.
For
his
was
a
feverish
,
urgent
disposition
where
his
dreams
were
concerned
,
and
could
ill
brook
the
delay
or
disappointments
that
are
the
chief
and
outstanding
characteristics
of
the
ambitions
of
men
,
whatever
their
nature
.
He
was
tortured
hourly
by
the
thought
that
he
was
to
lose
Roberta
or
that
to
win
her
back
he
would
have
to
succumb
to
her
wishes
.
And
on
her
part
she
was
torn
,
not
so
much
by
the
question
as
to
whether
she
would
have
to
yield
in
this
matter
(
for
by
now
that
was
almost
the
least
of
her
worries
)
,
but
whether
,
once
so
yielding
,
Clyde
would
be
satisfied
with
just
some
form
of
guarded
social
contact
in
the
room
--
or
not
.
And
so
continue
on
the
strength
of
that
to
be
friends
with
her
.
For
more
than
this
she
would
not
grant
--
never
.
And
yet
--
this
suspense
.
The
misery
of
his
indifference
.
She
could
scarcely
endure
it
from
minute
to
minute
,
let
alone
from
hour
to
hour
,
and
finally
in
an
agony
of
dissatisfaction
with
herself
at
having
brought
all
this
on
herself
,
she
retired
to
the
rest
room
at
about
three
in
the
afternoon
and
there
with
the
aid
of
a
piece
of
paper
found
on
the
floor
and
a
small
bit
of
pencil
which
she
had
,
she
composed
a
brief
note
:
"
Please
,
Clyde
,
do
n't
be
mad
at
me
,
will
you
?
Please
do
n't
.
Please
look
at
me
and
speak
to
me
,
wo
n't
you
?
I
'm
so
sorry
about
last
night
,
really
I
am
--
terribly
.
And
I
must
see
you
to-night
at
the
end
of
Elm
Street
at
8:30
if
you
can
,
will
you
?
I
have
something
to
tell
you
.
Please
do
come
.
And
please
do
look
at
me
and
tell
me
you
will
,
even
though
you
are
angry
.
You
wo
n't
be
sorry
.
I
love
you
so
.
You
know
I
do
.
"
Your
sorrowful
,
"
ROBERTA
.
"
And
in
the
spirit
of
one
who
is
in
agonized
search
for
an
opiate
,
she
folded
up
the
paper
and
returning
to
the
room
,
drew
close
to
Clyde
's
desk
.
He
was
before
it
at
the
time
,
bent
over
some
slips
.
And
quickly
as
she
passed
she
dropped
the
paper
between
his
hands
.
He
looked
up
instantly
,
his
dark
eyes
still
hard
at
the
moment
with
the
mingled
pain
and
unrest
and
dissatisfaction
and
determination
that
had
been
upon
him
all
day
,
and
noting
Roberta
's
retreating
figure
as
well
as
the
note
,
he
at
once
relaxed
,
a
wave
of
puzzled
satisfaction
as
well
as
delight
instantly
filled
him
.
He
opened
it
and
read
.
And
as
instantly
his
body
was
suffused
with
a
warm
and
yet
very
weakening
ray
And
Roberta
in
turn
,
having
reached
her
table
and
paused
to
note
if
by
any
chance
any
one
had
observed
her
,
now
looked
cautiously
about
,
a
strained
and
nervous
look
in
her
eyes
.
But
seeing
Clyde
looking
directly
at
her
,
his
eyes
filled
with
a
conquering
and
yet
yielding
light
and
a
smile
upon
his
lips
,
and
his
head
nodding
a
happy
assent
,
she
as
suddenly
experienced
a
dizzying
sensation
,
as
though
her
hitherto
constricted
blood
,
detained
by
a
constricted
heart
and
constricted
nerves
,
were
as
suddenly
set
free
.
And
all
the
dry
marshes
and
cracked
and
parched
banks
of
her
soul
--
the
dry
rivulets
and
streams
and
lakes
of
misery
that
seemed
to
dot
her
being
--
were
as
instantly
flooded
with
this
rich
upwelling
force
of
life
and
love
.
He
would
meet
her
.
They
would
meet
to-night
.
He
would
put
his
arms
around
her
and
kiss
her
as
before
.
She
would
be
able
to
look
in
his
eyes
.
They
would
not
quarrel
any
more
--
oh
,
never
if
she
could
help
it
.
