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Instead
of
denying
or
reproaching
him
further
,
she
merely
looked
at
him
,
her
expression
one
of
injured
wistfulness
.
She
did
not
believe
him
now
entirely
and
she
did
not
utterly
disbelieve
him
.
A
part
of
what
he
said
was
probably
true
.
More
important
was
it
that
he
should
care
for
her
enough
not
to
want
to
lie
to
her
or
to
treat
her
badly
.
But
how
was
that
to
be
effected
if
he
did
not
want
to
be
kind
or
truthful
?
She
moved
back
from
him
a
few
steps
and
with
a
gesture
of
helplessness
said
:
"
Oh
,
Clyde
,
you
do
n't
have
to
story
to
me
.
Do
n't
you
know
that
?
I
would
n't
care
where
you
went
if
you
would
just
tell
me
beforehand
and
not
leave
me
like
this
all
alone
on
Christmas
night
.
It
's
just
that
that
hurts
so
.
"
"
But
I
'm
not
storying
to
you
,
Bert
,
"
he
reiterated
crossly
.
"
I
ca
n't
help
how
things
look
even
if
the
paper
did
say
so
.
The
Griffiths
were
over
there
,
and
I
can
prove
it
.
I
got
around
here
as
soon
as
I
could
to-day
.
What
do
you
want
to
get
so
mad
about
all
at
once
?
I
've
told
you
how
things
are
.
I
ca
n't
do
just
as
I
want
to
here
.
They
call
me
up
at
the
last
minute
and
want
me
to
go
.
And
I
just
ca
n't
get
out
of
it
.
What
's
the
use
of
being
so
mad
about
it
?
"
He
stared
defiantly
while
Roberta
,
checkmated
in
this
general
way
,
was
at
a
loss
as
to
how
to
proceed
.
The
item
about
New
Year
's
Eve
was
in
her
mind
,
but
she
felt
that
it
might
not
be
wise
to
say
anything
more
now
.
More
poignantly
than
ever
now
she
was
identifying
him
with
that
gay
life
of
which
he
,
but
not
she
,
was
a
part
.
And
yet
she
hesitated
even
now
to
let
him
know
how
sharp
were
the
twinges
of
jealousy
that
were
beginning
to
assail
her
.
They
had
such
a
good
time
in
that
fine
world
--
he
and
those
he
knew
--
and
she
had
so
little
.
And
besides
,
now
he
was
always
talking
about
that
Sondra
Finchley
and
that
Bertine
Cranston
,
or
the
papers
were
.
Was
it
in
either
of
those
that
he
was
most
interested
?
"
Do
you
like
that
Miss
Finchley
very
much
?
"
she
suddenly
asked
,
looking
up
at
him
in
the
shadow
,
her
desire
to
obtain
some
slight
satisfaction
--
some
little
light
on
all
this
trouble
--
still
torturing
her
.
At
once
Clyde
sensed
the
importance
of
the
question
--
a
suggestion
of
partially
suppressed
interest
and
jealousy
and
helplessness
,
more
in
her
voice
even
than
in
the
way
she
looked
.
There
was
something
so
soft
,
coaxing
and
sad
about
her
voice
at
times
,
especially
when
she
was
most
depressed
.
At
the
same
time
he
was
slightly
taken
back
by
the
shrewd
or
telepathic
way
in
which
she
appeared
to
fix
on
Sondra
.
Immediately
he
felt
that
she
should
not
know
--
that
it
would
irritate
her
.
At
the
same
time
,
vanity
in
regard
to
his
general
position
here
,
which
hourly
was
becoming
more
secure
apparently
,
caused
him
to
say
:
"
Oh
,
I
like
her
some
,
sure
.
She
's
very
pretty
,
and
a
dandy
dancer
.
And
she
has
lots
of
money
and
dresses
well
.
"
He
was
about
to
add
that
outside
of
that
Sondra
appealed
to
him
in
no
other
way
,
when
Roberta
,
sensing
something
of
the
true
interest
he
felt
in
this
girl
perhaps
and
the
wide
gulf
that
lay
between
herself
and
all
his
world
,
suddenly
exclaimed
:
"
Yes
,
and
who
would
n't
,
with
all
the
money
she
has
?
If
I
had
as
much
money
as
that
,
I
could
too
.
"
And
to
his
astonishment
and
dismay
even
,
at
this
point
her
voice
grew
suddenly
vibrant
and
then
broke
,
as
on
a
sob
.
And
as
he
could
both
see
and
feel
,
she
was
deeply
hurt
--
terribly
and
painfully
hurt
--
heartsore
and
jealous
;
and
at
once
,
although
his
first
impulse
was
to
grow
angry
and
defiant
again
,
his
mood
as
suddenly
softened
.
For
it
now
pained
him
not
a
little
to
think
that
some
one
of
whom
he
had
once
been
so
continuously
fond
up
to
this
time
should
be
made
to
suffer
through
jealousy
of
him
,
for
he
himself
well
knew
the
pangs
of
jealousy
in
connection
with
Hortense
.
He
could
for
some
reason
almost
see
himself
in
Roberta
's
place
.
And
for
this
reason
,
if
no
other
,
he
now
said
,
and
quite
softly
:
"
Oh
,
now
,
Bert
,
as
though
I
could
n't
tell
you
about
her
or
any
one
else
without
your
getting
mad
about
it
!
I
did
n't
mean
that
I
was
especially
interested
in
her
.
I
was
just
telling
you
what
I
thought
you
wanted
to
know
because
you
asked
me
if
I
liked
her
,
that
's
all
.
"
