Спрут: Калифорнийская история

           “Shedoesnothingbutcallforherorbegtobeallowedtogotoher.IhavetriedtogetawirethroughtoMrs.Tree,butthecompanywillnottakeit,andevenifIcouldgetwordtoher,howcouldshegetdownhere?Therearenotrains.”

           ButPresleyfoundthatitwasimpossibleforhimtostayatLosMuertosthatday.Gloomandtheshadowoftragedybroodedheavyovertheplace.Agreatsilencepervadedeverything,asilencebrokenonlybythesubduedcomingandgoingoftheundertakerandhisassistants.WhenPresley,havingresolvedtogointoBonneville,cameoutthroughthedoorwayofthehouse,hefoundtheundertakertyingalongstripofcrapetothebell-handle.

           Presleysaddledhisponyandrodeintotown.Bythistime,afterlonghoursofcontinuedreflectionupononesubject,asombrebroodingmalevolence,adeep-seateddesireofrevenge,hadgrownbigwithinhismind.Thefirstnumbnesshadpassedoff;familiaritywithwhathadbeendonehadbluntedtheedgeofhorror,andnowtheimpulseofretaliationprevailed.Atfirst,thesullenangerofdefeat,thesenseofoutrage,hadonlysmouldered,butthemorehebrooded,thefiercerflamedhisrage.Suddenparoxysmsofwrathgrippedhimbythethroat;abruptoutburstsoffuryinjectedhiseyeswithblood.Hegroundhisteeth,hismouthfilledwithcurses,hishandsclenchedtilltheygrewwhiteandbloodless.