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He
paused
in
his
rowing
and
put
out
his
hand
,
then
resumed
.
He
would
not
row
directly
to
that
island
to
the
south
.
It
was
--
too
far
--
too
early
.
She
might
think
it
odd
.
Better
a
little
delay
.
A
little
time
in
which
to
think
--
a
little
while
in
which
to
reconnoiter
.
Roberta
would
be
wanting
to
eat
her
lunch
(
her
lunch
!
)
and
there
was
a
charming
looking
point
of
land
there
to
the
west
about
a
mile
further
on
.
They
could
go
there
and
eat
first
--
or
she
could
--
for
he
would
not
be
eating
today
.
And
then
--
and
then
--
She
was
looking
at
the
very
same
point
of
land
that
he
was
--
a
curved
horn
of
land
that
bent
to
the
south
and
yet
reached
quite
far
out
into
the
water
and
combed
with
tall
pines
.
And
now
she
added
:
"
Have
you
any
spot
in
mind
,
dear
,
where
we
could
stop
and
eat
?
I
'm
getting
a
little
hungry
,
are
n't
you
?
"
(
If
she
would
only
not
call
him
DEAR
,
here
and
now
!
)
The
little
inn
and
the
boathouse
to
the
north
were
growing
momentarily
smaller
--
looking
now
,
like
that
other
boathouse
and
pavilion
on
Crum
Lake
the
day
he
had
first
rowed
there
,
and
when
he
had
been
wishing
that
he
might
come
to
such
a
lake
as
this
in
the
Adirondacks
,
dreaming
of
such
a
lake
--
and
wishing
to
meet
such
a
girl
as
Roberta
--
then
--
And
overhead
was
one
of
those
identical
woolly
clouds
that
had
sailed
above
him
at
Crum
Lake
on
that
fateful
day
.
The
horror
of
this
effort
!
They
might
look
for
water-lilies
here
today
to
kill
time
a
little
,
before
--
to
kill
time
...
to
kill
,
(
God
)
--
he
must
quit
thinking
of
that
,
if
he
were
going
to
do
it
at
all
.
He
need
n't
be
thinking
of
it
now
,
at
any
rate
.
At
the
point
of
land
favored
by
Roberta
,
into
a
minute
protected
bay
with
a
small
,
curved
,
honey-colored
beach
,
and
safe
from
all
prying
eyes
north
or
east
.
And
then
he
and
she
stepping
out
normally
enough
.
And
Roberta
,
after
Clyde
had
extracted
the
lunch
most
cautiously
from
his
bag
,
spreading
it
on
a
newspaper
on
the
shore
,
while
he
walked
here
and
there
,
making
strained
and
yet
admiring
comments
on
the
beauty
of
the
scene
--
the
pines
and
the
curve
of
this
small
bay
,
yet
thinking
--
thinking
,
thinking
of
the
island
farther
on
and
the
bay
below
that
again
somewhere
,
where
somehow
,
and
in
the
face
of
a
weakening
courage
for
it
,
he
must
still
execute
this
grim
and
terrible
business
before
him
--
not
allow
this
carefully
planned
opportunity
to
go
for
nothing
--
if
--
if
--
he
were
to
not
really
run
away
and
leave
all
that
he
most
desired
to
keep
.
And
yet
the
horror
of
this
business
and
the
danger
,
now
that
it
was
so
close
at
hand
--
the
danger
of
making
a
mistake
of
some
kind
--
if
nothing
more
,
of
not
upsetting
the
boat
right
--
of
not
being
able
to
--
to
--
oh
,
God
!
And
subsequently
,
maybe
,
to
be
proved
to
be
what
he
would
be
--
then
--
a
murderer
.
Arrested
!
Tried
.
(
He
could
not
,
he
would
not
,
go
through
with
it
.
No
,
no
,
no
!
)
