Американская трагедия

Chapter 17

           

           Ateight-thirty,whennighthadfinallyfallen,shewenteastalongTaylortoCentralAvenue,thenbyacircuitousroutemadeherwaywestagaintothetrystingplace.AndClydewasalreadythere.Againstanoldwoodenfencethatenclosedafive-acrecornfield,hewasleaningandlookingbacktowardtheinterestinglittlecity,thelightsinsomanyofthehomesofwhichwereaglowthroughthetrees.Theairwasladenwithspices—themingledfragranceofmanygrassesandflowers.Therewasalightwindstirringinthelongswordsofthecornathisback—intheleavesofthetreesoverhead.Andtherewerestars—thebigdipperandthelittledipperandthemilkyway—siderealphenomenawhichhismotherhadpointedouttohimlongago.

           AndhewasthinkinghowdifferentwashispositionheretowhatithadbeeninKansasCity.TherehehadbeensonervousinregardtoHortenseBriggsoranygirl,really—afraidalmosttosayawordtoanyofthem.Whereashere,andespeciallysincehehadhadchargeofthisstampingroom,hehadseemedtobecomeawareofthefactthathewasmoreattractivethanhehadeverthoughthewasbefore.Alsothatthegirlswereattractedtohimandthathewasnotsomuchafraidofthem.TheeyesofRobertaherselfshowedhimthisdayhowmuchshewasdrawntohim.Shewashisgirl.Andwhenshecame,hewouldputhisarmsaroundherandkissher.Andshewouldnotbeabletoresisthim.

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