Американская трагедия

Chapter 7

           "Youlooksopale!Youreyes.Anythingwrong?Aren’tyoufeelingwelltonight,orisitthislightouthere?"

           Sheturnedtolookatsomeoftheothersinordertomakesure,thenbackathim.Andhe,feelingtheextremeimportanceoflookinganythingbutthewayshewasdescribinghimnowdrewhimselfupasbesthecould,andreplied:"Oh,no.Itmustbethelight,Iguess.Sure,it’sthelight.Ihadaaharddayyesterday,that’sall.Ishouldn’thavecomeoverto-night,Isuppose."Andthenachievingtheweirdestandmostimpossibleofsmiles.AndSondra,gazingmostsympathetically,adding:"Washesotired?MyClydie-mydieboy,afterhisworkyesterday.Whydidn’tmybabyboytellmethatthismorninginsteadofdoingallthatwedidtoday?WantmetogetFranktorunyoudowntotheCranstons’now?Ormaybeyou’dliketogoupinhisroomandliedown?Hewon’tmind,Iknow.ShallIaskhim?"

           SheturnedasiftospeaktoFrank,butClyde,allbutpanic-strickenbythislatestsuggestion,andyetanglingforanexcusetoleave,exclaimedearnestlyandyetshakily:"Please,pleasedon’t,darling.I—I—don’twantyouto.I’llbeallright.I’llgoupafterabitifIwantto,ormaybehomealittleearly,ifyou’regoingafterawhile,butnotnow.I’mnotfeelingasgoodasIshould,butI’llbeallright."

           Sondra,becauseofhisstrainedandasshenowfanciedalmostpeevishtone,desistedwith:"Allright,honey.Allright.

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