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Yet
a
moment
later
,
thinking
of
her
life
here
and
what
her
going
off
in
such
a
way
would
mean
to
her
father
and
mother
just
then
--
in
the
very
beginning
of
the
summer
season
--
as
well
as
how
it
would
disrupt
her
own
plans
and
cause
her
mother
to
feel
especially
angry
,
and
perhaps
even
to
bring
about
the
dissolution
of
the
marriage
on
the
ground
that
she
was
not
of
age
,
she
paused
--
that
gay
light
of
adventure
replaced
by
a
marked
trace
of
the
practical
and
the
material
that
so
persistently
characterized
her
.
What
difference
would
a
few
months
make
,
anyhow
?
It
might
,
and
no
doubt
would
,
save
Clyde
from
being
separated
from
her
forever
,
whereas
their
present
course
might
insure
their
separation
.
Accordingly
she
now
shook
her
head
in
a
certain
,
positive
and
yet
affectionate
way
,
which
by
now
Clyde
had
come
to
know
spelled
defeat
--
the
most
painful
and
irremediable
defeat
that
had
yet
come
to
him
in
connection
with
all
this
.
She
would
not
go
!
Then
he
was
lost
--
lost
--
and
she
to
him
forever
maybe
.
Oh
,
God
!
For
while
her
face
softened
with
a
tenderness
which
was
not
usually
there
--
even
when
she
was
most
moved
emotionally
--
she
said
:
"
I
would
,
honey
,
if
I
did
not
think
it
best
not
to
,
now
.
It
's
too
soon
.
Mamma
is
n't
going
to
do
anything
right
now
.
I
know
she
is
n't
.
Besides
she
has
made
all
her
plans
to
do
a
lot
of
entertaining
here
this
summer
,
and
for
my
particular
benefit
.
She
wants
me
to
be
nice
to
--
well
,
you
know
who
I
mean
.
And
I
can
be
,
without
doing
anything
to
interfere
with
us
in
any
way
,
I
'm
sure
--
so
long
as
I
do
n't
do
anything
to
really
frighten
her
.
"
She
paused
to
smile
a
reassuring
smile
.
"
But
you
can
come
up
here
as
often
as
you
choose
,
do
n't
you
see
,
and
she
and
these
others
wo
n't
think
anything
of
it
,
because
you
wo
n't
be
our
guest
,
do
n't
you
see
?
I
've
fixed
all
that
with
Bertine
.
And
that
means
that
we
can
see
each
other
all
summer
long
up
here
,
just
about
as
much
as
we
want
to
,
do
n't
you
see
?
Then
in
the
fall
,
when
I
come
back
,
and
if
I
find
that
I
ca
n't
make
her
be
nice
to
you
at
all
,
or
consider
our
being
engaged
,
why
,
I
will
run
away
with
you
.
Yes
,
I
will
,
darling
--
really
and
truly
.
"
Darling
!
The
fall
!
She
stopped
,
her
eyes
showing
a
very
shrewd
conception
of
all
the
practical
difficulties
before
them
,
while
she
took
both
of
his
hands
in
hers
and
looked
up
into
his
face
.
Then
,
impulsively
and
conclusively
,
she
threw
both
arms
about
his
neck
and
,
pulling
his
head
down
,
kissed
him
.
"
Ca
n't
you
see
,
dearie
?
Please
do
n't
look
so
sad
,
darling
.
Sondra
loves
her
Clyde
so
much
.
And
she
'll
do
anything
and
everything
to
make
things
come
out
right
.
Yes
,
she
will
.
And
they
will
,
too
.
Now
you
wait
and
see
.
She
wo
n't
give
him
up
ever
--
ever
!
"
And
Clyde
,
realizing
that
he
had
not
one
moving
argument
wherewith
to
confront
her
,
really
--
not
one
that
might
not
cause
her
to
think
strangely
and
suspiciously
of
his
intense
anxiety
,
and
that
this
,
because
of
Roberta
's
demand
,
and
unless
--
unless
--
well
--
unless
Roberta
let
him
go
it
all
spelled
defeat
for
him
,
now
looked
gloomily
and
even
desperately
upon
her
face
.
The
beauty
of
her
!
The
completeness
of
this
world
!
And
yet
not
to
be
allowed
to
possess
her
or
it
,
ever
.
And
Roberta
with
her
demand
and
his
promise
in
the
immediate
background
!
And
no
way
of
escape
save
by
flight
!
God
!
At
this
point
it
was
that
a
nervous
and
almost
deranged
look
--
never
so
definite
or
powerful
at
any
time
before
in
his
life
--
the
border
-
line
look
between
reason
and
unreason
,
no
less
--
so
powerful
that
the
quality
of
it
was
even
noticeable
to
Sondra
--
came
into
his
eyes
.
He
looked
sick
,
broken
,
unbelievably
despairing
.
So
much
so
that
she
exclaimed
,
"
Why
,
what
is
it
,
Clyde
,
dearie
--
you
look
so
--
oh
,
I
ca
n't
say
just
how
--
forlorn
or
--
Does
he
love
me
so
much
?
And
ca
n't
he
wait
just
three
or
four
months
?
But
,
oh
,
yes
he
can
,
too
.
It
is
n't
as
bad
as
he
thinks
.
He
'll
be
with
me
most
of
the
time
--
the
lovekins
will
.
And
when
he
is
n't
,
Sondra
'll
write
him
every
day
--
every
day
.
"
