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She
could
not
see
into
his
mind
,
could
she
--
become
aware
of
any
such
extra
experience
as
this
unless
he
told
her
.
And
most
assuredly
he
did
not
intend
to
tell
her
.
And
what
harm
,
he
now
asked
himself
,
was
there
in
a
poor
youth
like
himself
aspiring
to
such
heights
?
Other
youths
as
poor
as
himself
had
married
girls
as
rich
as
Sondra
.
For
in
spite
of
all
that
had
occurred
between
him
and
Roberta
he
had
not
,
as
he
now
clearly
recalled
,
given
her
his
word
that
he
would
marry
her
except
under
one
condition
.
And
such
a
condition
,
especially
with
the
knowledge
that
he
had
all
too
clearly
acquired
in
Kansas
City
,
was
not
likely
to
happen
as
he
thought
.
And
Sondra
,
now
that
she
had
thus
suddenly
burst
upon
him
again
in
this
way
was
the
same
as
a
fever
to
his
fancy
.
This
goddess
in
her
shrine
of
gilt
and
tinsel
so
utterly
enticing
to
him
,
had
deigned
to
remember
him
in
this
open
and
direct
way
and
to
suggest
that
he
be
invited
.
And
no
doubt
she
,
herself
,
was
going
to
be
there
,
a
thought
which
thrilled
him
beyond
measure
.
And
what
would
not
Gilbert
and
the
Griffiths
think
if
they
were
to
hear
of
his
going
to
this
affair
now
,
as
they
surely
would
?
Or
meet
him
later
at
some
other
party
to
which
Sondra
might
invite
him
?
Think
of
that
!
Would
it
irritate
or
please
them
?
Make
them
think
less
or
more
of
him
?
For
,
after
all
,
this
certainly
was
not
of
his
doing
.
Was
he
not
properly
invited
by
people
of
their
own
station
here
in
Lycurgus
whom
most
certainly
they
were
compelled
to
respect
?
And
by
no
device
of
his
,
either
--
sheer
accident
--
the
facts
concerning
which
would
most
certainly
not
reflect
on
him
as
pushing
.
As
lacking
as
he
was
in
some
of
the
finer
shades
of
mental
discrimination
,
a
sly
and
ironic
pleasure
lay
in
the
thought
that
now
Gilbert
and
the
Griffiths
might
be
compelled
to
countenance
him
whether
they
would
or
not
--
invite
him
to
their
home
,
even
.
For
,
if
these
others
did
,
how
could
they
avoid
it
,
really
?
Oh
,
joy
!
And
that
in
the
face
of
Gilbert
's
high
contempt
for
him
.
He
fairly
chuckled
as
he
thought
of
it
,
feeling
that
however
much
Gilbert
might
resent
it
,
neither
his
uncle
nor
Myra
were
likely
to
,
and
that
hence
he
would
be
fairly
safe
from
any
secret
desire
on
the
part
of
Gilbert
to
revenge
himself
on
him
for
this
.
But
how
wonderful
this
invitation
!
Why
that
intriguing
scribble
of
Sondra
's
unless
she
was
interested
in
him
some
?
Why
?
The
thought
was
so
thrilling
that
Clyde
could
scarcely
eat
his
dinner
that
night
.
He
took
up
the
card
and
kissed
the
handwriting
.
And
instead
of
going
to
see
Roberta
as
usual
,
he
decided
as
before
on
first
reencountering
her
,
to
walk
a
bit
,
then
return
to
his
room
,
and
retire
early
And
on
the
morrow
as
before
he
could
make
some
excuse
--
say
that
he
had
been
over
to
the
Griffiths
'
home
,
or
some
one
of
the
heads
of
the
factory
,
in
order
to
listen
to
an
explanation
in
regard
to
something
in
connection
with
the
work
,
since
there
were
often
such
conferences
.
For
,
in
the
face
of
this
,
he
did
not
care
to
see
or
talk
to
Roberta
this
night
.
He
could
not
.
The
other
thought
--
that
of
Sondra
and
her
interest
in
him
--
was
too
enticing
.
But
in
the
interim
,
in
connection
with
his
relations
with
Roberta
no
least
reference
to
Sondra
,
although
,
even
when
near
her
in
the
factory
or
her
room
,
he
could
not
keep
his
thoughts
from
wandering
away
to
where
Sondra
in
her
imaginary
high
social
world
might
be
.
The
while
Roberta
,
at
moments
only
sensing
a
drift
and
remoteness
in
his
thought
and
attitude
which
had
nothing
to
do
with
her
,
was
wondering
what
it
was
that
of
late
was
beginning
to
occupy
him
so
completely
.
And
he
,
in
his
turn
,
when
she
was
not
looking
was
thinking
--
supposing
?
--
supposing
--
(
since
she
had
troubled
to
recall
herself
to
him
)
,
that
he
could
interest
a
girl
like
Sondra
in
him
?
What
then
of
Roberta
?
What
?
And
in
the
face
of
this
intimate
relation
that
had
now
been
established
between
them
?
(
Goodness
!
The
deuce
!
)
And
that
he
did
care
for
her
(
yes
,
he
did
)
,
although
now
--
basking
in
the
direct
rays
of
this
newer
luminary
--
he
could
scarcely
see
Roberta
any
longer
,
so
strong
were
the
actinic
rays
of
this
other
.
Was
he
all
wrong
?
Was
it
evil
to
be
like
this
?
His
mother
would
say
so
!
And
his
father
too
--
and
perhaps
everybody
who
thought
right
about
life
--
Sondra
Finchley
,
maybe
--
the
Griffiths
--
all
.
And
yet
!
And
yet
!
It
was
snowing
the
first
light
snow
of
the
year
as
Clyde
,
arrayed
in
a
new
collapsible
silk
hat
and
white
silk
muffler
,
both
suggested
by
a
friendly
haberdasher
--
Orrin
Short
,
with
whom
recently
he
had
come
in
contact
here
--
and
a
new
silk
umbrella
wherewith
to
protect
himself
from
the
snow
,
made
his
way
toward
the
very
interesting
,
if
not
so
very
imposing
residence
of
the
Trumbulls
on
Wykeagy
Avenue
.
It
was
quaint
,
low
and
rambling
,
and
the
lights
beaming
from
within
upon
the
many
drawn
blinds
gave
it
a
Christmas-card
effect
.
And
before
it
,
even
at
the
prompt
hour
at
which
he
arrived
,
were
ranged
a
half
dozen
handsome
cars
of
various
builds
and
colors
.
The
sight
of
them
,
sprinkled
on
tops
,
running
boards
and
fenders
with
the
fresh
,
flaky
snow
,
gave
him
a
keen
sense
of
a
deficiency
that
was
not
likely
soon
to
be
remedied
in
his
case
--
the
want
of
ample
means
wherewith
to
equip
himself
with
such
a
necessity
as
that
.
And
inside
as
he
approached
the
door
he
could
hear
voices
,
laughter
and
conversation
commingled
.
A
tall
,
thin
servant
relieved
him
of
his
hat
,
coat
and
umbrella
and
he
found
himself
face
to
face
with
Jill
Trumbull
,
who
apparently
was
on
the
look-out
for
him
--
a
smooth
,
curly-haired
blonde
girl
,
not
too
thrillingly
pretty
,
but
brisk
and
smart
,
in
white
satin
with
arms
and
shoulders
bare
and
rhinestones
banded
around
her
forehead
.
