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And
off
shore
in
a
half
dozen
different
directions
the
bright
white
sails
of
small
boats
--
the
white
and
green
and
yellow
splashes
of
color
,
where
canoes
paddled
by
idling
lovers
were
passing
in
the
sun
!
Summertime
--
leisure
--
warmth
--
color
--
ease
--
beauty
--
love
--
all
that
he
had
dreamed
of
the
summer
before
,
when
he
was
so
very
much
alone
.
At
moments
it
seemed
to
Clyde
that
he
would
reel
from
very
joy
of
the
certain
fulfillment
of
a
great
desire
,
that
was
all
but
immediately
within
his
control
;
at
other
times
(
the
thought
of
Roberta
sweeping
down
upon
him
as
an
icy
wind
)
,
as
though
nothing
could
be
more
sad
,
terrible
,
numbing
to
the
dreams
of
beauty
,
love
and
happiness
than
this
which
now
threatened
him
.
That
terrible
item
about
the
lake
and
those
two
people
drowned
!
The
probability
that
in
spite
of
his
wild
plan
within
a
week
,
or
two
or
three
at
most
,
he
would
have
to
leave
all
this
forever
.
And
then
of
a
sudden
he
would
wake
to
realize
that
he
was
fumbling
or
playing
badly
--
that
Bertine
or
Sondra
or
Grant
was
calling
:
"
Oh
,
Clyde
,
what
are
you
thinking
of
,
anyhow
?
"
And
from
the
darkest
depths
of
his
heart
he
would
have
answered
,
had
he
spoken
,
"
Roberta
.
"
At
the
Brookshaws
'
,
again
that
evening
,
a
smart
company
of
friends
of
Sondra
's
,
Bertine
's
and
others
.
On
the
dance
floor
a
reencounter
with
Sondra
,
all
smiles
,
for
she
was
pretending
for
the
benefit
of
others
here
--
her
mother
and
father
in
particular
--
that
she
had
not
seen
Clyde
before
--
did
not
even
know
that
he
was
here
.
"
You
up
here
?
That
's
great
.
Over
at
the
Cranstons
'
?
Oh
,
is
n't
that
dandy
?
Right
next
door
to
us
.
Well
,
we
'll
see
a
lot
of
each
other
,
what
?
How
about
a
canter
to-morrow
before
seven
?
Bertine
and
I
go
nearly
every
day
.
And
we
'll
have
a
picnic
tomorrow
,
if
nothing
interferes
,
canoeing
and
motoring
.
Do
n't
worry
about
not
riding
well
.
I
'll
get
Bertine
to
let
you
have
Jerry
--
he
's
just
a
sheep
.
And
you
do
n't
need
to
worry
about
togs
,
either
.
Grant
has
scads
of
things
.
I
'll
dance
the
next
two
dances
with
others
,
but
you
sit
out
the
third
one
with
me
,
will
you
?
I
know
a
peach
of
a
place
outside
on
the
balcony
.
"
She
was
off
with
fingers
extended
but
with
a
"
we-understand-each
-
other
"
look
in
her
eye
.
And
outside
in
the
shadow
later
she
pulled
his
face
to
hers
when
no
one
was
looking
and
kissed
him
eagerly
,
and
,
before
the
evening
was
over
,
they
had
managed
,
by
strolling
along
a
path
which
led
away
from
the
house
along
the
lake
shore
,
to
embrace
under
the
moon
.
"
Sondra
so
glad
Clydie
here
.
Misses
him
so
much
.
"
She
smoothed
his
hair
as
he
kissed
her
,
and
Clyde
,
bethinking
him
of
the
shadow
which
lay
so
darkly
between
them
,
crushed
her
feverishly
,
desperately
.
"
Oh
,
my
darling
baby
girl
,
"
he
exclaimed
.
"
My
beautiful
,
beautiful
Sondra
!
If
you
only
knew
how
much
I
love
you
!
If
you
only
knew
!
I
wish
I
could
tell
you
ALL
.
I
wish
I
could
.
"
But
he
could
not
now
--
or
ever
.
He
would
never
dare
to
speak
to
her
of
even
so
much
as
a
phase
of
the
black
barrier
that
now
lay
between
them
.
For
,
with
her
training
,
the
standards
of
love
and
marriage
that
had
been
set
for
her
,
she
would
never
understand
,
never
be
willing
to
make
so
great
a
sacrifice
for
love
,
as
much
as
she
loved
him
.
And
he
would
be
left
,
abandoned
on
the
instant
,
and
with
what
horror
in
her
eyes
!
Yet
looking
into
his
eyes
,
his
face
white
and
tense
,
and
the
glow
of
the
moon
above
making
small
white
electric
sparks
in
his
eyes
,
she
exclaimed
as
he
gripped
her
tightly
:
"
Does
he
love
Sondra
so
much
?
Oh
,
sweetie
boy
!
Sondra
loves
him
,
too
.
"
She
seized
his
head
between
her
hands
and
held
it
tight
,
kissing
him
swiftly
and
ardently
a
dozen
times
.
"
And
Sondra
wo
n't
give
her
Clydie
up
either
.
She
wo
n't
.
You
just
wait
and
see
!
It
does
n't
matter
what
happens
now
.
It
may
not
be
so
very
easy
,
but
she
wo
n't
.
"
Then
as
suddenly
and
practically
,
as
so
often
was
her
way
,
she
exclaimed
:
"
But
we
must
go
now
,
right
away
.
No
,
not
another
kiss
now
.
No
,
no
,
Sondra
says
no
,
now
.
They
'll
be
missing
us
.
"
And
straightening
up
and
pulling
him
by
the
arm
she
hurried
him
back
to
the
house
in
time
to
meet
Palmer
Thurston
,
who
was
looking
for
her
.
The
next
morning
,
true
to
her
promise
,
there
was
the
canter
to
Inspiration
Point
,
and
that
before
seven
--
Bertine
and
Sondra
in
bright
red
riding
coats
and
white
breeches
and
black
boots
,
their
hair
unbound
and
loose
to
the
wind
,
and
riding
briskly
on
before
for
the
most
part
;
then
racing
back
to
where
he
was
.
