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And
she
was
in
need
of
advice
and
good
counsel
--
loving
counsel
.
Oh
,
Clyde
!
Clyde
!
If
he
would
only
not
be
so
indifferent
to
her
!
He
must
not
be
!
Something
must
be
done
,
and
right
away
--
quick
--
else
--
Great
Heavens
,
what
a
terrible
thing
this
could
easily
come
to
be
!
At
once
she
stopped
her
work
between
four
and
five
in
the
afternoon
and
hurried
to
the
dressing-room
.
And
there
she
penned
a
note
--
hurried
,
hysterical
--
a
scrawl
.
"
CLYDE
--
I
must
see
you
to-night
,
sure
,
SURE
.
You
must
n't
fail
me
.
I
have
something
to
tell
you
.
Please
come
as
soon
after
work
as
possible
,
or
meet
me
anywhere
.
I
'm
not
angry
or
mad
about
anything
.
But
I
must
see
you
to-night
,
SURE
.
Please
say
right
away
where
.
"
ROBERTA
.
"
And
he
,
sensing
a
new
and
strange
and
quite
terrified
note
in
all
this
the
moment
he
read
it
,
at
once
looked
over
his
shoulder
at
her
and
,
seeing
her
face
so
white
and
drawn
,
signaled
that
he
would
meet
her
.
For
judging
by
her
face
the
thing
she
had
to
tell
must
be
of
the
utmost
importance
to
her
,
else
why
this
tensity
and
excitement
on
her
part
.
And
although
he
had
another
engagement
later
,
as
he
now
troublesomely
recalled
,
at
the
Starks
for
dinner
,
still
it
was
necessary
to
do
this
first
.
Yet
,
what
was
it
anyhow
?
Was
anybody
dead
or
hurt
or
what
--
her
mother
or
father
or
brother
or
sister
?
At
five-thirty
,
he
made
his
way
to
the
appointed
place
,
wondering
what
it
could
be
that
could
make
her
so
pale
and
concerned
.
Yet
at
the
same
time
saying
to
himself
that
if
this
other
dream
in
regard
to
Sondra
were
to
come
true
he
must
not
let
himself
be
reentangled
by
any
great
or
moving
sympathy
--
must
maintain
his
new
poise
and
distance
so
that
Roberta
could
see
that
he
no
longer
cared
for
her
as
he
had
.
Reaching
the
appointed
place
at
six
o'clock
,
he
found
her
leaning
disconsolately
against
a
tree
in
the
shadow
.
She
looked
distraught
,
despondent
.
"
Why
,
what
's
the
matter
,
Bert
?
What
are
you
so
frightened
about
?
What
's
happened
?
"
Even
his
obviously
dwindling
affection
was
restimulated
by
her
quite
visible
need
of
help
.
"
Oh
,
Clyde
,
"
she
said
at
last
,
"
I
hardly
know
how
to
tell
you
.
It
's
so
terrible
for
me
if
it
's
so
.
"
Her
voice
,
tense
and
yet
low
,
was
in
itself
a
clear
proof
of
her
anguish
and
uncertainty
.
