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Here
he
and
his
wife
had
been
thinking
that
Roberta
was
quietly
and
earnestly
and
happily
pursuing
her
hard
,
honest
way
in
Lycurgus
in
order
to
help
them
and
herself
.
And
from
Thursday
afternoon
until
Friday
her
body
had
lain
beneath
the
waters
of
that
lake
.
And
they
asleep
in
their
comfortable
beds
,
or
walking
about
,
totally
unaware
of
her
dread
state
.
And
now
her
body
in
a
strange
room
or
morgue
somewhere
,
unseen
and
unattended
by
any
of
all
those
who
loved
her
so
--
and
to-morrow
to
be
removed
by
cold
,
indifferent
public
officials
to
Bridgeburg
.
"
If
there
is
a
God
,
"
he
exclaimed
excitedly
,
"
He
will
not
let
such
a
scoundrel
as
this
go
unpunished
!
Oh
,
no
,
He
will
not
!
'
I
have
yet
to
see
,
'
"
he
suddenly
quoted
,
"
'
the
children
of
the
righteous
forsaken
or
their
seed
begging
for
bread
.
'
"
At
the
same
time
,
a
quivering
compulsion
for
action
dominating
him
,
he
added
:
"
I
must
talk
to
my
wife
about
this
right
away
.
Oh
,
yes
,
I
must
.
No
,
no
,
you
wait
here
.
I
must
tell
her
first
,
and
alone
.
I
'll
be
back
.
I
'll
be
back
.
You
just
wait
here
.
I
know
it
will
kill
her
.
But
she
must
know
about
this
.
Maybe
she
can
tell
us
who
this
is
and
then
we
can
catch
him
before
he
manages
to
get
too
far
away
.
But
,
oh
,
my
poor
girl
!
My
poor
,
dear
Roberta
!
My
good
,
kind
,
faithful
daughter
!
"
And
so
,
talking
in
a
maundering
manner
,
his
eyes
and
face
betraying
an
only
half-sane
misery
,
he
turned
,
the
shambling
,
automaton-like
motions
of
his
angular
figure
now
directing
him
to
a
lean-to
,
where
,
as
he
knew
,
Mrs.
Alden
was
preparing
some
extra
dishes
for
the
next
day
,
which
was
Sunday
.
But
once
there
he
paused
in
the
doorway
without
the
courage
to
approach
further
,
a
man
expressing
in
himself
all
the
pathos
of
helpless
humanity
in
the
face
of
the
relentless
and
inexplicable
and
indifferent
forces
of
Life
!
Mrs.
Alden
turned
,
and
at
the
sight
of
his
strained
expression
,
dropped
her
own
hands
lifelessly
,
the
message
of
his
eyes
as
instantly
putting
to
flight
the
simple
,
weary
and
yet
peaceful
contemplation
in
her
own
.
"
Titus
!
For
goodness
'
sake
!
Whatever
IS
the
matter
?
"
Lifted
hands
,
half-open
mouth
,
an
eerie
,
eccentric
and
uncalculated
tensing
and
then
widening
of
the
eyelids
,
and
then
the
word
:
"
Roberta
!
"
"
What
about
her
?
What
about
her
?
Titus
--
what
about
her
?
"
Silence
.
More
of
those
nervous
twitchings
of
the
mouth
eyes
,
hands
.
Then
...
"
Dead
!
She
's
been
--
been
drowned
!
"
followed
by
his
complete
collapse
on
a
bench
that
stood
just
inside
the
door
.
And
Mrs.
Alden
,
staring
for
a
moment
,
at
first
not
quite
comprehending
,
then
fully
realizing
,
sinking
heavily
and
without
a
word
to
the
floor
.
And
Titus
,
looking
at
her
and
nodding
his
head
as
if
to
say
:
"
Quite
right
.
So
should
it
be
.
Momentary
escape
for
her
from
the
contemplation
of
this
horrible
fact
.
"
And
then
slowly
rising
,
going
to
her
and
kneeling
beside
her
,
straightening
her
out
.
Then
as
slowly
going
out
to
the
door
and
around
to
the
front
of
the
house
where
Orville
Mason
was
seated
on
the
broken
front
steps
,
contemplating
speculatively
along
with
the
afternoon
sun
in
the
west
the
misery
that
this
lorn
and
incompetent
farmer
was
conveying
to
his
wife
.
And
wishing
for
the
moment
that
it
might
be
otherwise
--
that
no
such
case
,
however
profitable
to
himself
,
had
arisen
.
But
now
,
at
sight
of
Titus
Alden
,
he
jumped
up
and
preceded
the
skeleton-like
figure
into
the
lean-to
.
And
finding
Mrs.
