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But
as
for
him
accepting
such
an
evil
suggestion
and
acting
upon
it
...
never
!
Yet
here
was
his
own
problem
growing
hourly
more
desperate
,
since
every
day
,
or
at
least
every
other
day
,
brought
him
either
letters
from
Roberta
or
a
note
from
Sondra
--
their
respective
missives
maintaining
the
same
relative
contrast
between
ease
and
misery
,
gayety
of
mood
and
the
somberness
of
defeat
and
uncertainty
.
To
Roberta
,
since
he
would
not
write
her
,
he
was
telephoning
briefly
and
in
as
non-committal
a
manner
as
possible
.
How
was
she
?
He
was
so
glad
to
hear
from
her
and
to
know
that
she
was
out
in
the
country
and
at
home
,
where
it
must
be
much
nicer
than
in
the
factory
here
in
this
weather
.
Everything
was
going
smoothly
,
of
course
,
and
except
for
a
sudden
rush
of
orders
which
made
it
rather
hard
these
last
two
days
,
all
was
as
before
.
He
was
doing
his
best
to
save
a
certain
amount
of
money
for
a
certain
project
about
which
she
knew
,
but
otherwise
he
was
not
worrying
about
anything
--
and
she
must
not
.
He
had
not
written
before
because
of
the
work
,
and
could
not
write
much
--
there
were
so
many
things
to
do
--
but
he
missed
seeing
her
in
her
old
place
,
and
was
looking
forward
to
seeing
her
again
soon
.
If
she
were
coming
down
toward
Lycurgus
as
she
said
,
and
really
thought
it
important
to
see
him
,
well
,
that
could
be
arranged
,
maybe
--
but
was
it
necessary
right
now
?
He
was
so
very
busy
and
expected
to
see
her
later
,
of
course
.
But
at
the
same
time
he
was
writing
Sondra
that
assuredly
on
the
eighteenth
,
and
the
week-end
following
,
if
possible
,
he
would
be
with
her
.
So
,
by
virtue
of
such
mental
prestidigitation
and
tergiversation
,
inspired
and
animated
as
it
was
by
his
desire
for
Sondra
,
his
inability
to
face
the
facts
in
connection
with
Roberta
,
he
achieved
the
much-coveted
privilege
of
again
seeing
her
,
over
one
week-end
at
least
,
and
in
such
a
setting
as
never
before
in
his
life
had
he
been
privileged
to
witness
.
For
as
he
came
down
to
the
public
dock
at
Sharon
,
adjoining
the
veranda
of
the
inn
at
the
foot
of
Twelfth
Lake
,
he
was
met
by
Bertine
and
her
brother
as
well
as
Sondra
,
who
,
in
Grant
's
launch
,
had
motored
down
the
Chain
to
pick
him
up
.
The
bright
blue
waters
of
the
Indian
Chain
.
The
tall
,
dark
,
spear
pines
that
sentineled
the
shores
on
either
side
and
gave
to
the
waters
at
the
west
a
band
of
black
shadow
where
the
trees
were
mirrored
so
clearly
.
The
small
and
large
,
white
and
pink
and
green
and
brown
lodges
on
every
hand
,
with
their
boathouses
.
Pavilions
by
the
shore
.
An
occasional
slender
pier
reaching
out
from
some
spacious
and
at
times
stately
summer
lodge
,
such
as
those
now
owned
by
the
Cranstons
,
Finchleys
and
others
.
The
green
and
blue
canoes
and
launches
.
The
gay
hotel
and
pavilion
at
Pine
Point
already
smartly
attended
by
the
early
arrivals
here
!
And
then
the
pier
and
boathouse
of
the
Cranston
Lodge
itself
,
with
two
Russian
wolfhounds
recently
acquired
by
Bertine
lying
on
the
grass
near
the
shore
,
apparently
awaiting
her
return
,
and
a
servant
John
,
one
of
a
half
dozen
who
attended
the
family
here
,
waiting
to
take
the
single
bag
of
Clyde
,
his
tennis
racquet
and
golf
sticks
.
But
most
of
all
he
was
impressed
by
the
large
rambling
and
yet
smartly-designed
house
,
with
its
bright
geranium-bordered
walks
,
its
wide
,
brown
,
wicker
-
studded
veranda
commanding
a
beautiful
view
of
the
lake
;
the
cars
and
personalities
of
the
various
guests
,
who
in
golf
,
tennis
or
lounging
clothes
were
to
be
seen
idling
here
and
there
.
At
Bertine
's
request
,
John
at
once
showed
him
to
a
spacious
room
overlooking
the
lake
,
where
it
was
his
privilege
now
to
bathe
and
change
for
tennis
with
Sondra
,
Bertine
and
Grant
.
After
dinner
,
as
explained
by
Sondra
,
who
was
over
at
Bertine
's
for
the
occasion
,
he
was
to
come
over
with
Bertine
and
Grant
to
the
Casino
,
where
he
would
be
introduced
to
such
as
all
here
knew
.
There
was
to
be
dancing
.
To-morrow
,
in
the
morning
early
,
before
breakfast
,
if
he
chose
--
he
should
ride
with
her
and
Bertine
and
Stuart
along
a
wonderful
woodland
trail
through
the
forests
to
the
west
which
led
to
Inspiration
Point
and
a
more
distant
view
of
the
lake
.
And
,
as
he
now
learned
,
except
for
a
few
such
paths
as
this
,
the
forest
was
trackless
for
forty
miles
.
Without
a
compass
or
guide
,
as
he
was
told
,
one
might
wander
to
one
's
death
even
--
so
evasive
were
directions
to
those
who
did
not
know
.
And
after
breakfast
and
a
swim
she
and
Bertine
and
Nina
Temple
would
demonstrate
their
new
skill
with
Sondra
's
aquaplane
.
After
that
,
lunch
,
tennis
,
or
golf
,
a
trip
to
the
Casino
for
tea
.
After
dinner
at
the
lodge
of
the
Brookshaws
of
Utica
across
the
lake
,
there
was
to
be
dancing
.
Within
an
hour
after
his
arrival
,
as
Clyde
could
see
,
the
program
for
the
week-end
was
already
full
.
But
that
he
and
Sondra
would
contrive
not
only
moments
but
possibly
hours
together
he
well
knew
.
And
then
he
would
see
what
new
delight
,
in
connection
with
her
many-faceted
temperament
,
the
wonderful
occasion
would
provide
.
To
him
,
in
spite
of
the
dour
burden
of
Roberta
,
which
for
this
one
week-end
at
least
he
could
lay
aside
,
it
was
as
though
he
were
in
Paradise
.
And
on
the
tennis
grounds
of
the
Cranstons
,
it
seemed
as
though
never
before
had
Sondra
,
attired
in
a
short
,
severe
white
tennis
skirt
and
blouse
,
with
a
yellow-and-green
dotted
handkerchief
tied
about
her
hair
,
seemed
so
gay
,
graceful
and
happy
.
The
smile
that
was
upon
her
lips
!
The
gay
,
laughing
light
of
promise
that
was
in
her
eyes
whenever
she
glanced
at
him
!
And
now
and
then
,
in
running
to
serve
him
,
it
was
as
though
she
were
poised
bird-like
in
flight
--
her
racquet
arm
high
,
a
single
toe
seeming
barely
to
touch
the
ground
,
her
head
thrown
back
,
her
lips
parted
and
smiling
always
.
And
in
calling
twenty
love
,
thirty
love
,
forty
love
,
it
was
always
with
a
laughing
accent
on
the
word
love
,
which
at
once
thrilled
and
saddened
him
,
as
he
saw
,
and
rejoiced
in
from
one
point
of
view
,
she
was
his
to
take
,
if
only
he
were
free
to
take
her
now
.
But
this
other
black
barrier
which
he
himself
had
built
!
And
then
this
scene
,
where
a
bright
sun
poured
a
flood
of
crystal
light
upon
a
greensward
that
stretched
from
tall
pines
to
the
silver
rippling
waters
of
a
lake
.
