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Indeed
the
center
or
mentating
section
of
his
brain
at
this
time
might
well
have
been
compared
to
a
sealed
and
silent
hall
in
which
alone
and
undisturbed
,
and
that
in
spite
of
himself
,
he
now
sat
thinking
on
the
mystic
or
evil
and
terrifying
desires
or
advice
of
some
darker
or
primordial
and
unregenerate
nature
of
his
own
,
and
without
the
power
to
drive
the
same
forth
or
himself
to
decamp
,
and
yet
also
without
the
courage
to
act
upon
anything
.
For
now
the
genie
of
his
darkest
and
weakest
side
was
speaking
.
And
it
said
:
"
And
would
you
escape
from
the
demands
of
Roberta
that
but
now
and
unto
this
hour
have
appeared
unescapable
to
you
?
Behold
!
I
bring
you
a
way
.
It
is
the
way
of
the
lake
--
Pass
Lake
.
This
item
that
you
have
read
--
do
you
think
it
was
placed
in
your
hands
for
nothing
?
Remember
Big
Bittern
,
the
deep
,
blue-black
water
,
the
island
to
the
south
,
the
lone
road
to
Three
Mile
Bay
?
How
suitable
to
your
needs
!
A
row-boat
or
a
canoe
upset
in
such
a
lake
and
Roberta
would
pass
forever
from
your
life
.
She
can
not
swim
!
The
lake
--
the
lake
--
that
you
have
seen
--
that
I
have
shown
you
--
is
it
not
ideal
for
the
purpose
?
So
removed
and
so
little
frequented
and
yet
comparatively
near
--
but
a
hundred
miles
from
here
.
And
how
easy
for
you
and
Roberta
to
go
there
--
not
directly
but
indirectly
--
on
this
purely
imaginative
marriage-trip
that
you
have
already
agreed
to
.
And
all
that
you
need
do
now
is
to
change
your
name
--
and
hers
--
or
let
her
keep
her
own
and
you
use
yours
.
You
have
never
permitted
her
to
speak
of
you
and
this
relationship
,
and
she
never
has
.
You
have
written
her
but
formal
notes
.
And
now
if
you
should
meet
her
somewhere
as
you
have
already
agreed
to
,
and
without
any
one
seeing
you
,
you
might
travel
with
her
,
as
in
the
past
to
Fonda
,
to
Big
Bittern
--
or
some
point
near
there
.
"
"
But
there
is
no
hotel
at
Big
Bittern
,
"
at
once
corrected
Clyde
.
"
A
mere
shack
that
entertains
but
few
people
and
that
not
very
well
.
"
"
All
the
better
.
The
less
people
are
likely
to
be
there
.
"
"
But
we
might
be
seen
on
the
train
going
up
together
.
I
would
be
identified
as
having
been
with
her
.
"
"
Were
you
seen
at
Fonda
,
Gloversville
,
Little
Falls
?
Have
you
not
ridden
in
separate
cars
or
seats
before
and
could
you
not
do
so
now
?
Is
it
not
presumably
to
be
a
secret
marriage
?
Then
why
not
a
secret
honeymoon
?
"
"
True
enough
--
true
enough
.
"
"
And
once
you
have
arranged
for
that
and
arrive
at
Big
Bittern
or
some
lake
like
it
--
there
are
so
many
there
--
how
easy
to
row
out
on
such
a
lake
?
No
questions
.
No
registry
under
your
own
name
or
hers
.
A
boat
rented
for
an
hour
or
half-day
or
day
.
You
saw
the
island
far
to
the
south
on
that
lone
lake
.
Is
it
not
beautiful
?
It
is
well
worth
seeing
.
Why
should
you
not
go
there
on
such
a
pleasure
trip
before
marriage
?
Would
she
not
be
happy
so
to
do
--
as
weary
and
distressed
as
she
is
now
--
an
outing
--
a
rest
before
the
ordeal
of
the
new
life
?
Is
not
that
sensible
--
plausible
?
And
neither
of
you
will
ever
return
presumably
.
You
will
both
be
drowned
,
will
you
not
?
Who
is
to
see
?
A
guide
or
two
--
the
man
who
rents
you
the
boat
--
the
innkeeper
once
,
as
you
go
.
But
how
are
they
to
know
who
you
are
?
Or
who
she
is
?
And
you
heard
the
depth
of
the
water
.
"
