Американская трагедия

Chapter 25

           

           Andthen,havingrecoveredhispoise,heoncemoreturnedtoClydeandbeganwith:"Griffiths,youknewthecolorandfeelofRobertaAlden’shairprettywell,didn’tyou?Youwereintimateenoughwithher,weren’tyou?"

           "IknowthecolorofitorIthinkIdo,"repliedClydewincing—ananguishedchillatthethoughtofitaffectinghimalmostobservably.

           "Andthefeelofit,too,didn’tyou?"persistedMason."InthoseverylovingdaysofyoursbeforeMissXcamealong—youmusthavetoucheditoftenenough."

           "Idon’tknowwhetherIdidornot,"repliedClyde,catchingaglancefromJephson.

           "Well,roughly.Youmustknowwhetheritwascoarseorfine—silkyorcoarse.Youknowthat,don’tyou?"

           "Itwassilky,yes."

           "Well,here’salockofit,"henowaddedmoretotortureClydethananythingelse—towearhimdownnervously—andgoingtohistablewherewasanenvelopeandfromitextractingalonglockoflightbrownhair."Don’tthatlooklikeherhair?"AndnowheshoveditforwardatClydewhoshockedandtroubledwithdrewfromitasfromsomeuncleanordangerousthing—yetamomentaftersoughttorecoverhimself—thewatchfuleyesofthejuryhavingnotedall."Oh,don’tbeafraid,"persistedMason,sardonically."It’sonlyyourdeadlove’shair."

           Andshockedbythecomment—andnotingthecuriouseyesofthejury,Clydetookitinhishand.

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