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He
bent
down
to
kiss
her
but
with
Roberta
sensing
once
and
for
all
,
this
time
,
that
his
mood
in
regard
to
her
was
different
,
colder
.
He
was
interested
and
kind
,
but
his
thoughts
were
elsewhere
--
and
at
this
particular
season
of
the
year
,
too
--
of
all
times
.
She
tried
to
gather
her
strength
and
her
self-respect
together
and
did
,
in
part
--
saying
rather
coolly
,
and
determinedly
toward
the
last
:
"
Well
,
I
do
n't
want
you
to
be
late
,
Clyde
.
You
better
hurry
.
But
I
do
n't
want
to
stay
over
there
either
later
than
Christmas
night
.
Do
you
suppose
if
I
come
back
early
Christmas
afternoon
,
you
will
come
over
here
at
all
?
I
do
n't
want
to
be
late
Wednesday
for
work
.
"
"
Why
,
sure
,
of
course
,
honey
,
I
'll
be
around
,
"
replied
Clyde
genially
and
even
wholeheartedly
,
seeing
that
he
had
nothing
else
scheduled
,
that
he
knew
of
,
for
then
,
and
would
not
so
soon
and
boldly
seek
to
evade
her
in
this
fashion
.
"
What
time
do
you
expect
to
get
in
?
"
The
hour
was
to
be
eight
and
he
decided
that
for
that
occasion
,
anyhow
,
a
reunion
would
be
acceptable
.
He
drew
out
his
watch
again
and
saying
,
"
I
'll
have
to
be
going
now
,
though
,
"
moved
toward
the
door
.
Nervous
as
to
the
significance
of
all
this
and
concerned
about
the
future
,
she
now
went
over
to
him
and
seizing
his
coat
lapels
and
looking
into
his
eyes
,
half-pleaded
and
half-demanded
:
"
Now
,
this
is
sure
for
Christmas
night
,
is
it
,
Clyde
?
You
wo
n't
make
any
other
engagement
this
time
,
will
you
?
"
"
Oh
,
do
n't
worry
.
You
know
me
.
You
know
I
could
n't
help
that
other
,
honey
,
but
I
'll
be
on
hand
Tuesday
,
sure
,
"
he
returned
.
And
kissing
her
,
he
hurried
out
,
feeling
,
perhaps
,
that
he
was
not
acting
as
wisely
as
he
should
,
but
not
seeing
clearly
how
otherwise
he
was
to
do
.
A
man
could
n't
break
off
with
a
girl
as
he
was
trying
to
do
,
or
at
least
might
want
to
,
without
exercising
some
little
tact
or
diplomacy
,
could
he
?
There
was
no
sense
in
that
nor
any
real
skill
,
was
there
?
There
must
be
some
other
and
better
way
than
that
,
surely
.
At
the
same
time
his
thoughts
were
already
running
forward
to
Sondra
and
New
Year
's
Eve
.
He
was
going
with
her
to
Schenectady
to
a
party
and
then
he
would
have
a
chance
to
judge
whether
she
was
caring
for
him
as
much
as
she
had
seemed
to
the
night
before
.
After
he
had
gone
,
Roberta
turned
in
a
rather
lorn
and
weary
way
and
looked
out
the
window
after
him
,
wondering
as
to
what
her
future
with
him
was
to
be
,
if
at
all
?
Supposing
now
,
for
any
reason
,
he
should
cease
caring
for
her
.
She
had
given
him
so
much
.
And
her
future
was
now
dependent
upon
him
,
his
continued
regard
.
Was
he
going
to
get
tired
of
her
now
--
not
want
to
see
her
any
more
?
Oh
,
how
terrible
that
would
be
What
would
she
--
what
could
she
do
then
?
If
only
she
had
not
given
herself
to
him
,
yielded
so
easily
and
so
soon
upon
his
demand
.
She
gazed
out
of
her
window
at
the
bare
snow-powdered
branches
of
the
trees
outside
and
sighed
.
The
holidays
!
And
going
away
like
this
.
Oh
!
Besides
he
was
so
high
placed
in
this
local
society
.
And
there
were
so
many
things
brighter
and
better
than
she
could
offer
calling
him
.
She
shook
her
head
dubiously
,
surveyed
her
face
in
the
mirror
,
put
together
the
few
presents
and
belongings
which
she
was
taking
with
her
to
her
home
,
and
departed
.
Biltz
and
the
fungoid
farm
land
after
Clyde
and
Lycurgus
was
depressing
enough
to
Roberta
,
for
all
there
was
too
closely
identified
with
deprivations
and
repressions
which
discolor
the
normal
emotions
centering
about
old
scenes
.
