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For
daily
,
and
sometimes
twice
daily
,
she
wrote
him
,
telling
him
of
her
fears
and
asking
him
to
assure
her
by
letter
or
word
in
some
form
that
he
would
come
and
take
her
away
.
"
But
did
he
even
do
that
?
Never
by
letter
!
NEVER
!
Oh
,
no
,
gentlemen
,
oh
,
no
!
On
the
contrary
some
telephone
messages
--
things
that
could
not
be
so
easily
traced
or
understood
.
And
these
so
few
and
brief
that
she
herself
complained
bitterly
of
his
lack
of
interest
and
consideration
for
her
at
this
time
.
So
much
so
that
at
the
end
of
five
weeks
,
growing
desperate
,
she
wrote
"
(
and
here
Mason
picked
from
a
collection
of
letters
on
the
table
behind
him
a
particular
letter
,
and
read
)
:
"
'
This
is
to
tell
you
that
unless
I
hear
from
you
either
by
telephone
or
letter
before
noon
Friday
,
I
will
come
to
Lycurgus
and
the
world
will
know
how
you
have
treated
me
.
'
Those
are
the
words
,
gentlemen
,
that
this
poor
girl
was
at
last
compelled
to
write
.
"
But
did
Clyde
Griffiths
want
the
world
to
know
how
he
had
treated
her
?
Of
course
not
!
And
there
and
then
began
to
form
in
his
mind
a
plan
by
which
he
could
escape
exposure
and
seal
Roberta
Alden
's
lips
forever
.
And
,
gentlemen
,
the
state
will
prove
that
he
did
so
close
her
mouth
.
"
At
this
point
Mason
produced
a
map
of
the
Adirondacks
which
he
had
had
made
for
the
purpose
,
and
on
which
in
red
ink
were
traced
the
movements
of
Clyde
up
to
and
after
her
death
--
up
to
the
time
of
his
arrest
at
Big
Bear
.
Also
,
in
doing
this
,
he
paused
to
tell
the
jury
of
Clyde
's
well-conceived
plan
of
hiding
his
identity
,
the
various
false
registrations
,
the
two
hats
.
Here
also
he
explained
that
on
the
train
between
Fonda
and
Utica
,
as
again
between
Utica
and
Grass
Lake
,
he
had
not
ridden
in
the
same
car
with
Roberta
.
And
then
he
announced
:
"
Do
n't
forget
,
gentlemen
,
that
although
he
had
previously
indicated
to
Roberta
that
this
was
to
be
their
wedding
journey
,
he
did
not
want
anybody
to
know
that
he
was
with
his
prospective
bride
--
no
,
not
even
after
they
had
reached
Big
Bittern
.
For
he
was
seeking
,
not
to
marry
but
to
find
a
wilderness
in
which
to
snuff
out
the
life
of
this
girl
of
whom
he
had
tired
.
But
did
that
prevent
him
,
twenty-four
and
forty-eight
hours
before
that
time
,
from
holding
her
in
his
arms
and
repeating
the
promises
he
had
no
intention
of
keeping
?
Did
it
?
I
will
show
you
the
registers
of
the
two
hotels
in
which
they
stayed
,
and
where
,
because
of
their
assumed
approaching
marriage
,
they
occupied
a
single
room
together
.
Yet
the
only
reason
it
was
forty-eight
instead
of
twenty-four
hours
was
that
he
had
made
a
mistake
in
regard
to
the
solitude
of
Grass
Lake
.
Finding
it
brisk
with
life
,
the
center
of
a
summer
religious
colony
,
he
decided
to
leave
and
go
to
Big
Bittern
,
which
was
more
lonely
.
And
so
you
have
the
astounding
and
bitter
spectacle
,
gentlemen
,
of
a
supposedly
innocent
and
highly
misunderstood
young
man
dragging
this
weary
and
heart-sick
girl
from
place
to
place
,
in
order
to
find
a
lake
deserted
enough
in
which
to
drown
her
.
And
with
her
but
four
months
from
motherhood
!
"
And
then
,
having
arrived
at
last
at
one
lake
lonely
enough
,
putting
her
in
a
boat
and
taking
her
out
from
the
inn
where
he
had
again
falsely
registered
as
Mr.
Clifford
Golden
and
wife
,
to
her
death
.
The
poor
little
thing
imagined
that
she
was
going
for
a
brief
outing
before
that
marriage
of
which
he
talked
and
which
was
to
seal
and
sanctify
it
.
To
seal
and
sanctify
it
!
To
seal
and
sanctify
,
as
closing
waters
seal
and
sanctify
,
but
in
no
other
way
--
no
other
way
.
And
with
him
walking
,
whole
and
sly
--
as
a
wolf
from
its
kill
--
to
freedom
,
to
marriage
,
to
social
and
material
and
affectionate
bliss
and
superiority
and
ease
,
while
she
slept
still
and
nameless
in
her
watery
grave
.
"
But
,
oh
,
gentlemen
,
the
ways
of
nature
,
or
of
God
,
and
the
Providence
that
shapes
our
ends
,
rough-hew
them
how
we
may
!
It
is
man
who
proposes
,
but
God
--
God
--
who
disposes
!
"
The
defendant
is
still
wondering
,
I
am
sure
,
as
to
how
I
know
that
she
thought
she
was
still
going
to
be
married
after
leaving
the
inn
at
Big
Bittern
.
And
I
have
no
doubt
that
he
still
has
some
comforting
thoughts
to
the
effect
that
I
can
not
really
and
truly
know
it
.
But
how
shrewd
and
deep
must
be
that
mind
that
would
foresee
and
forestall
all
the
accidents
and
chances
of
life
.
