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"
Ah
,
still
thinking
on
the
matter
.
And
you
have
not
found
a
way
out
and
you
will
not
.
I
have
truly
pointed
out
to
you
and
in
all
helpfulness
the
only
way
--
the
only
way
--
It
is
a
long
lake
.
And
would
it
not
be
easy
in
rowing
about
to
eventually
find
some
secluded
spot
--
some
invisible
nook
near
that
south
shore
where
the
water
is
deep
?
And
from
there
how
easy
to
walk
through
the
woods
to
Three
Mile
Bay
and
Upper
Greys
Lake
?
And
from
there
to
the
Cranstons
'
?
There
is
a
boat
from
there
,
as
you
know
.
Pah
--
how
cowardly
--
how
lacking
in
courage
to
win
the
thing
that
above
all
things
you
desire
--
beauty
--
wealth
--
position
--
the
solution
of
your
every
material
and
spiritual
desire
.
And
with
poverty
,
commonplace
,
hard
and
poor
work
as
the
alternative
to
all
this
.
"
But
you
must
choose
--
choose
!
And
then
act
.
You
must
!
You
must
!
You
must
!
"
Thus
the
voice
in
parting
,
echoing
from
some
remote
part
of
the
enormous
chamber
.
And
Clyde
,
listening
at
first
with
horror
and
in
terror
,
later
with
a
detached
and
philosophic
calm
as
one
who
,
entirely
apart
from
what
he
may
think
or
do
,
is
still
entitled
to
consider
even
the
wildest
and
most
desperate
proposals
for
his
release
,
at
last
,
because
of
his
own
mental
and
material
weakness
before
pleasures
and
dreams
which
he
could
not
bring
himself
to
forego
,
psychically
intrigued
to
the
point
where
he
was
beginning
to
think
that
it
might
be
possible
.
Why
not
?
Was
it
not
even
as
the
voice
said
--
a
possible
and
plausible
way
--
all
his
desires
and
dreams
to
be
made
real
by
this
one
evil
thing
?
Yet
in
his
case
,
because
of
flaws
and
weaknesses
in
his
own
unstable
and
highly
variable
will
,
the
problem
was
not
to
be
solved
by
thinking
thus
--
then
--
nor
for
the
next
ten
days
for
that
matter
.
He
could
not
really
act
on
such
a
matter
for
himself
and
would
not
.
It
remained
as
usual
for
him
to
be
forced
either
to
act
or
to
abandon
this
most
WILD
and
terrible
thought
.
Yet
during
this
time
a
series
of
letters
--
seven
from
Roberta
,
five
from
Sondra
--
in
which
in
somber
tones
in
so
far
as
Roberta
was
concerned
--
in
gay
and
colorful
ones
in
those
which
came
from
Sondra
--
was
painted
the
now
so
sharply
contrasting
phases
of
the
black
rebus
which
lay
before
him
.
To
Roberta
's
pleadings
,
argumentative
and
threatening
as
they
were
,
Clyde
did
not
trust
himself
to
reply
,
not
even
by
telephone
.
For
now
he
reasoned
that
to
answer
would
be
only
to
lure
Roberta
to
her
doom
--
or
to
the
attempted
drastic
conclusion
of
his
difficulties
as
outlined
by
the
tragedy
at
Pass
Lake
.
At
the
same
time
,
in
several
notes
addressed
to
Sondra
,
he
gave
vent
to
the
most
impassioned
declarations
of
love
--
his
darling
--
his
wonder
girl
--
how
eager
he
was
to
be
at
Twelfth
Lake
by
the
morning
of
the
Fourth
,
if
he
could
,
and
so
thrilled
to
see
her
there
again
.
Yet
,
alas
,
as
he
also
wrote
now
,
so
uncertain
was
he
,
even
now
,
as
to
how
he
was
to
do
,
there
were
certain
details
in
connection
with
his
work
here
that
might
delay
him
a
day
or
two
or
three
--
he
could
not
tell
as
yet
--
but
would
write
her
by
the
second
at
the
latest
,
when
he
would
know
positively
.
Yet
saying
to
himself
as
he
wrote
this
,
if
she
but
knew
what
those
details
were
--
if
she
but
knew
.
Yet
in
penning
this
,
and
without
having
as
yet
answered
the
last
importunate
letter
from
Roberta
,
he
was
also
saying
to
himself
that
this
did
not
mean
that
he
was
planning
to
go
to
Roberta
at
all
,
or
that
if
he
did
,
it
did
not
mean
that
he
was
going
to
attempt
to
kill
her
.
Never
once
did
he
honestly
,
or
to
put
it
more
accurately
,
forthrightly
and
courageously
or
coldly
face
the
thought
of
committing
so
grim
a
crime
.
On
the
contrary
,
the
nearer
he
approached
a
final
resolution
or
the
need
for
one
in
connection
with
all
this
,
the
more
hideous
and
terrible
seemed
the
idea
--
hideous
and
difficult
,
and
hence
the
more
improbable
it
seemed
that
he
should
ever
commit
it
.
It
was
true
that
from
moment
to
moment
--
arguing
with
himself
as
he
constantly
was
--
sweating
mental
sweats
and
fleeing
from
moral
and
social
terrors
in
connection
with
it
all
,
he
was
thinking
from
time
to
time
that
he
might
go
to
Big
Bittern
in
order
to
quiet
her
in
connection
with
these
present
importunities
and
threats
and
hence
(
once
more
evasion
--
tergiversation
with
himself
)
give
himself
more
time
in
which
to
conclude
what
his
true
course
must
be
.
The
way
of
the
Lake
.
