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And
then
to
the
shore
again
in
spite
of
himself
.
For
Clyde
,
in
order
to
justify
his
having
brought
his
bag
,
now
must
suggest
that
pictures
of
this
be
taken
--
and
of
Roberta
--
and
of
himself
,
possibly
--
on
land
and
water
.
For
that
would
bring
her
into
the
boat
again
,
without
his
bag
,
which
would
be
safe
and
dry
on
land
.
And
once
on
shore
,
actually
pretending
to
be
seeking
out
various
special
views
here
and
there
,
while
he
fixed
in
his
mind
the
exact
tree
at
the
base
of
which
he
might
leave
his
bag
against
his
return
--
which
must
be
soon
now
--
must
be
soon
.
They
would
not
come
on
shore
again
together
.
Never
!
Never
!
And
that
in
spite
of
Roberta
protesting
that
she
was
getting
tired
;
and
did
he
not
think
they
ought
to
be
starting
back
pretty
soon
?
It
must
be
after
five
,
surely
.
And
Clyde
,
assuring
her
that
presently
they
would
--
after
he
had
made
one
or
two
more
pictures
of
her
in
the
boat
with
those
wonderful
trees
--
that
island
and
this
dark
water
around
and
beneath
her
.
His
wet
,
damp
,
nervous
hands
!
And
his
dark
,
liquid
,
nervous
eyes
,
looking
anywhere
but
at
her
.
And
then
once
more
on
the
water
again
--
about
five
hundred
feet
from
shore
,
the
while
he
fumbled
aimlessly
with
the
hard
and
heavy
and
yet
small
camera
that
he
now
held
,
as
the
boat
floated
out
nearer
the
center
.
And
then
,
at
this
point
and
time
looking
fearfully
about
.
For
now
--
now
--
in
spite
of
himself
,
the
long
evaded
and
yet
commanding
moment
.
And
no
voice
or
figure
or
sound
on
shore
.
No
road
or
cabin
or
smoke
!
And
the
moment
which
he
or
something
had
planned
for
him
,
and
which
was
now
to
decide
his
fate
at
hand
!
The
moment
of
action
--
of
crisis
!
All
that
he
needed
to
do
now
was
to
turn
swiftly
and
savagely
to
one
side
or
the
other
--
leap
up
--
upon
the
left
wale
or
right
and
upset
the
boat
;
or
,
failing
that
,
rock
it
swiftly
,
and
if
Roberta
protested
too
much
,
strike
her
with
the
camera
in
his
hand
,
or
one
of
the
oars
at
his
right
.
It
could
be
done
--
it
could
be
done
--
swiftly
and
simply
,
were
he
now
of
the
mind
and
heart
,
or
lack
of
it
--
with
him
swimming
swiftly
away
thereafter
to
freedom
--
to
success
--
of
course
--
to
Sondra
and
happiness
--
a
new
and
greater
and
sweeter
life
than
any
he
had
ever
known
.
Yet
why
was
he
waiting
now
?
What
was
the
matter
with
him
,
anyhow
?
Why
was
he
waiting
?
At
this
cataclysmic
moment
,
and
in
the
face
of
the
utmost
,
the
most
urgent
need
of
action
,
a
sudden
palsy
of
the
will
--
of
courage
--
of
hate
or
rage
sufficient
;
and
with
Roberta
from
her
seat
in
the
stern
of
the
boat
gazing
at
his
troubled
and
then
suddenly
distorted
and
fulgurous
,
yet
weak
and
even
unbalanced
face
--
a
face
of
a
sudden
,
instead
of
angry
,
ferocious
,
demoniac
--
confused
and
all
but
meaningless
in
its
registration
of
a
balanced
combat
between
fear
(
a
chemic
revulsion
against
death
or
murderous
brutality
that
would
bring
death
)
and
a
harried
and
restless
and
yet
self-repressed
desire
to
do
--
to
do
--
to
do
--
yet
temporarily
unbreakable
here
and
now
--
a
static
between
a
powerful
compulsion
to
do
and
yet
not
to
do
.
And
in
the
meantime
his
eyes
--
the
pupils
of
the
same
growing
momentarily
larger
and
more
lurid
;
his
face
and
body
and
hands
tense
and
contracted
--
the
stillness
of
his
position
,
the
balanced
immobility
of
the
mood
more
and
more
ominous
,
yet
in
truth
not
suggesting
a
brutal
,
courageous
power
to
destroy
,
but
the
imminence
of
trance
or
spasm
.
