Американская трагедия

Chapter 7

           AndJillinanewcapandblousewhichmadeherlooklikeajockey,laughingatBurchardwhowasatthewheeloftheboat.AndSondracallingbacktoBertineandHarleyBaggottintheswingasshewaspassing:"Hey,fellows!Youwon’tcome,eh?"

           "Where?"

           "CasinoGolfClub."

           "Oh,toofar.Seeyouafterlunchonthebeach,though."

           AndthenBurchardshootingtheboatoutinthelakewithawhirthatsetitboundinglikeaporpoiseandClydegazinghalfinadream,halfdelightandhopeandtheotherhalfacloudofshadowandterror,witharrestanddeath,maybe,stalkingclosebehind.Forinspiteofallhispreliminaryplanning,hewasbeginningtofeelthathehadmadeamistakeinopenlycomingoutofthewoodthismorning.Andyethaditnotbeenbest,sincetheonlyalternativewasthatofremainingtherebydayandcomingoutatnightandfollowingtheshoreroadonfoottoSharon?Thatwouldhaverequiredtwoorthreedays.AndSondra,anxiousaswellascuriousaboutthedelay,mighthavetelephonedtoLycurgus,therebyraisingsomequestioninregardtohimwhichmighthaveproveddangerouslatermightitnot?

           Butherenow,thisbrightday,withseeminglynocaresofanykind,fortheseothersatleast,howeverdarkandbleakhisownbackgroundmightbe.

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