Американская трагедия

Chapter 4

           "Buthow?Where?Inthefactorybyamachine?Oh,dearGod!"Heturnedasthoughtogotohiswife,whilethestrong,scar-noseddistrictattorneysoughttodetainhim.

           "Onemoment,Mr.Alden,onemoment.Youmustnotgotoyourwifeyet.Iknowthisisveryhard,terrible,butletmeexplain.NotinLycurgus.Notbyanymachine.No!Nodrowned!InBigBittern.ShewasupthereonanoutingonThursday,doyouunderstand?Doyouhear?Thursday.ShewasdrownedinBigBitternonThursdayinaboat.Itoverturned."

           TheexcitedgesturesandwordsofTitusatthispointsodisturbedthedistrictattorneythathefoundhimselfunabletoexplainascalmlyashewouldhavelikedtheprocessbywhichevenanassumedaccidentaldrowninghadcomeabout.FromthemomenttheworddeathinconnectionwithRobertahadbeenusedbyMason,thementalstateofAldenwasthatofonenotalittledemented.Afterhisfirstdemandshenowbegantoventaseriesofanimal-likegroansasthoughthebreathhadbeenknockedfromhisbody.Atthesametime,hebentover,crumpledupasfrompainthenstruckhishandstogetherandthrewthemtohistemples.

           "MyRobertadead!Mydaughter!Oh,no,no,Roberta!Oh,myGod!Notdrowned!Itcan’tbe.Andhermotherspeakingofheronlyanhourago.Thiswillbethedeathofherwhenshehearsit.Itwillkillme,too.Yes,itwill.Oh,mypoor,dear,deargirl.Mydarling!I’mnotstrongenoughtostandanythinglikethis,Mr.DistrictAttorney.

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