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And
the
glances
drilled
her
like
an
invisible
ray
,
for
she
was
pleasing
to
look
at
and
was
growing
more
attractive
hourly
.
And
the
moods
in
others
awakened
responsive
moods
in
her
,
those
rearranging
chemisms
upon
which
all
the
morality
or
immorality
of
the
world
is
based
.
And
then
one
day
,
as
she
was
coming
home
from
school
,
a
youth
of
that
plausible
variety
known
as
"
masher
"
engaged
her
in
conversation
,
largely
because
of
a
look
and
a
mood
which
seemed
to
invite
it
.
And
there
was
little
to
stay
her
,
for
she
was
essentially
yielding
,
if
not
amorous
.
Yet
so
great
had
been
her
home
drilling
as
to
the
need
of
modesty
,
circumspection
,
purity
and
the
like
,
that
on
this
occasion
at
least
there
was
no
danger
of
any
immediate
lapse
.
Only
this
attack
once
made
,
others
followed
,
were
accepted
,
or
not
so
quickly
fled
from
,
and
by
degrees
,
these
served
to
break
down
that
wall
of
reserve
which
her
home
training
had
served
to
erect
.
She
became
secretive
and
hid
her
ways
from
her
parents
.
Youths
occasionally
walked
and
talked
with
her
in
spite
of
herself
.
They
demolished
that
excessive
shyness
which
had
been
hers
,
and
which
had
served
to
put
others
aside
for
a
time
at
least
.
She
wished
for
other
contacts
--
dreamed
of
some
bright
,
gay
,
wonderful
love
of
some
kind
,
with
some
one
.
Finally
,
after
a
slow
but
vigorous
internal
growth
of
mood
and
desire
,
there
came
this
actor
,
one
of
those
vain
,
handsome
,
animal
personalities
,
all
clothes
and
airs
,
but
no
morals
(
no
taste
,
no
courtesy
or
real
tenderness
even
)
,
but
of
compelling
magnetism
,
who
was
able
within
the
space
of
one
brief
week
and
a
few
meetings
to
completely
befuddle
and
enmesh
her
so
that
she
was
really
his
to
do
with
as
he
wished
.
And
the
truth
was
that
he
scarcely
cared
for
her
at
all
.
To
him
,
dull
as
he
was
,
she
was
just
another
girl
--
fairly
pretty
,
obviously
sensuous
and
inexperienced
,
a
silly
who
could
be
taken
by
a
few
soft
words
--
a
show
of
seemingly
sincere
affection
,
talk
of
the
opportunity
of
a
broader
,
freer
life
on
the
road
,
in
other
great
cities
,
as
his
wife
.
And
yet
his
words
were
those
of
a
lover
who
would
be
true
forever
.
All
she
had
to
do
,
as
he
explained
to
her
,
was
to
come
away
with
him
and
be
his
bride
,
at
once
--
now
.
Delay
was
so
vain
when
two
such
as
they
had
met
.
There
was
difficulty
about
marriage
here
,
which
he
could
not
explain
--
it
related
to
friends
--
but
in
St.
Louis
he
had
a
preacher
friend
who
would
wed
them
.
She
was
to
have
new
and
better
clothes
than
she
had
ever
known
,
delicious
adventures
,
love
.
She
would
travel
with
him
and
see
the
great
world
.
She
would
never
need
to
trouble
more
about
anything
save
him
;
and
while
it
was
truth
to
her
--
the
verbal
surety
of
a
genuine
passion
--
to
him
it
was
the
most
ancient
and
serviceable
type
of
blarney
,
often
used
before
and
often
successful
.
In
a
single
week
then
,
at
odd
hours
,
morning
,
afternoon
and
night
,
this
chemic
witchery
was
accomplished
.
Coming
home
rather
late
one
Saturday
night
in
April
from
a
walk
which
he
had
taken
about
the
business
heart
,
in
order
to
escape
the
regular
Saturday
night
mission
services
,
Clyde
found
his
mother
and
father
worried
about
the
whereabouts
of
Esta
.
She
had
played
and
sung
as
usual
at
this
meeting
.
And
all
had
seemed
all
right
with
her
.
After
the
meeting
she
had
gone
to
her
room
,
saying
that
she
was
not
feeling
very
well
and
was
going
to
bed
early
.
But
by
eleven
o'clock
,
when
Clyde
returned
,
her
mother
had
chanced
to
look
into
her
room
and
discovered
that
she
was
not
there
nor
anywhere
about
the
place
.
A
certain
bareness
in
connection
with
the
room
--
some
trinkets
and
dresses
removed
,
an
old
and
familiar
suitcase
gone
--
had
first
attracted
her
mother
's
attention
.
Then
the
house
search
proving
that
she
was
not
there
,
Asa
had
gone
outside
to
look
up
and
down
the
street
.
She
sometimes
walked
out
alone
,
or
sat
or
stood
in
front
of
the
mission
during
its
idle
or
closed
hours
.
This
search
revealing
nothing
,
Clyde
and
he
had
walked
to
a
corner
,
then
along
Missouri
Avenue
.
No
Esta
.
At
twelve
they
returned
and
after
that
,
naturally
,
the
curiosity
in
regard
to
her
grew
momentarily
sharper
.
At
first
they
assumed
that
she
might
have
taken
an
unexplained
walk
somewhere
,
but
as
twelve-thirty
,
and
finally
one
,
and
one-thirty
,
passed
,
and
no
Esta
,
they
were
about
to
notify
the
police
,
when
Clyde
,
going
into
her
room
,
saw
a
note
pinned
to
the
pillow
of
her
small
wooden
bed
--
a
missive
that
had
escaped
the
eye
of
his
mother
.
At
once
he
went
to
it
,
curious
and
comprehending
,
for
he
had
often
wondered
in
what
way
,
assuming
that
he
ever
wished
to
depart
surreptitiously
,
he
would
notify
his
parents
,
for
he
knew
they
would
never
countenance
his
departure
unless
they
were
permitted
to
supervise
it
in
every
detail
.
And
now
here
was
Esta
missing
,
and
here
was
undoubtedly
some
such
communication
as
he
might
have
left
.
He
picked
it
up
,
eager
to
read
it
,
but
at
that
moment
his
mother
came
into
the
room
and
,
seeing
it
in
his
hand
,
exclaimed
:
"
What
's
that
?
A
note
?
Is
it
from
her
?
"
He
surrendered
it
and
she
unfolded
it
,
reading
it
quickly
.
He
noted
that
her
strong
broad
face
,
always
tanned
a
reddish
brown
,
blanched
as
she
turned
away
toward
the
outer
room
.
Her
biggish
mouth
was
now
set
in
a
firm
,
straight
line
.
Her
large
,
strong
hand
shook
the
least
bit
as
it
held
the
small
note
aloft
.
