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"
He
seems
to
be
quite
a
fellow
over
there
,
"
Gabel
remarked
,
even
as
Roberta
was
reading
.
The
first
thing
that
occurred
to
Roberta
on
reading
this
item
was
that
it
appeared
to
have
little
,
if
anything
,
to
do
with
the
group
which
Clyde
had
said
was
present
.
In
the
first
place
there
was
no
mention
of
Myra
or
Bella
Griffiths
.
On
the
other
hand
,
all
those
names
with
which
,
because
of
recent
frequent
references
on
the
part
of
Clyde
,
she
was
becoming
most
familiar
were
recorded
as
present
.
Sondra
Finchley
,
Bertine
Cranston
,
the
Trumbull
girls
,
Perley
Haynes
.
He
had
said
it
had
not
been
very
interesting
,
and
here
it
was
spoken
of
as
gay
and
he
himself
was
listed
for
another
engagement
of
the
same
character
New
Year
's
Eve
,
when
,
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
she
had
been
counting
on
being
with
him
.
He
had
not
even
mentioned
this
New
Year
's
engagement
.
And
perhaps
he
would
now
make
some
last
minute
excuse
for
that
,
as
he
had
for
the
previous
Friday
evening
.
Oh
,
dear
!
What
did
all
this
mean
,
anyhow
!
Immediately
what
little
romantic
glamour
this
Christmas
homecoming
had
held
for
her
was
dissipated
.
She
began
to
wonder
whether
Clyde
really
cared
for
her
as
he
had
pretended
.
The
dark
state
to
which
her
incurable
passion
for
him
had
brought
her
now
pained
her
terribly
.
For
without
him
and
marriage
and
a
home
and
children
,
and
a
reasonable
place
in
such
a
local
world
as
she
was
accustomed
to
,
what
was
there
for
a
girl
like
her
in
the
world
?
And
apart
from
his
own
continuing
affection
for
her
--
if
it
was
really
continuing
,
what
assurance
had
she
,
in
the
face
of
such
incidents
as
these
,
that
he
would
not
eventually
desert
her
?
And
if
this
was
true
,
here
was
her
future
,
in
so
far
as
marriage
with
any
one
else
was
concerned
,
compromised
or
made
impossible
,
maybe
,
and
with
no
reliance
to
be
placed
on
him
.
She
fell
absolutely
silent
.
And
although
Gabel
inquired
:
"
That
's
the
fellow
,
is
n't
it
?
"
she
arose
without
answering
and
said
:
"
Excuse
me
,
please
,
a
moment
.
I
want
to
get
something
out
of
my
bag
,
"
and
hurried
once
more
to
her
former
room
upstairs
.
Once
there
she
sat
down
on
the
bed
,
and
,
resting
her
chin
in
her
hands
,
a
habit
when
troublesome
or
necessary
thoughts
controlled
her
,
gazed
at
the
floor
.
Where
was
Clyde
now
?
What
one
,
if
any
,
of
those
girls
did
he
take
to
the
Steele
party
?
Was
he
very
much
interested
in
her
?
Until
this
very
day
,
because
of
Clyde
's
unbroken
devotion
to
her
,
she
had
not
even
troubled
to
think
there
could
be
any
other
girl
to
whom
his
attentions
could
mean
anything
.
But
now
--
now
!
She
got
up
and
walked
to
the
window
and
looked
out
on
that
same
orchard
where
as
a
girl
so
many
times
she
had
been
thrilled
by
the
beauty
of
life
.
The
scene
was
miserably
bleak
and
bare
.
The
thin
,
icy
arms
of
the
trees
--
the
gray
,
swaying
twigs
--
a
lone
,
rustling
leaf
somewhere
.
And
snow
.
And
wretched
outbuildings
in
need
of
repair
.
And
Clyde
becoming
indifferent
to
her
.
And
the
thought
now
came
to
her
swiftly
and
urgently
that
she
must
not
stay
here
any
longer
than
she
could
help
--
not
even
this
day
,
if
possible
.
She
must
return
to
Lycurgus
and
be
near
Clyde
,
if
no
more
than
to
persuade
him
to
his
old
affection
for
her
,
or
if
not
that
,
then
by
her
presence
to
prevent
him
from
devoting
himself
too
wholly
to
these
others
.
Decidedly
,
to
go
away
like
this
,
even
for
the
holidays
,
was
not
good
.
In
her
absence
he
might
desert
her
completely
for
another
girl
,
and
if
so
,
then
would
it
not
be
her
fault
?
At
once
she
pondered
as
to
what
excuse
she
could
make
in
order
to
return
this
day
