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Chapter 43

           Andoffshoreinahalfdozendifferentdirectionsthebrightwhitesailsofsmallboats—thewhiteandgreenandyellowsplashesofcolor,wherecanoespaddledbyidlingloverswerepassinginthesun!Summertime—leisure—warmth—color—ease—beauty—love—allthathehaddreamedofthesummerbefore,whenhewassoverymuchalone.

           AtmomentsitseemedtoClydethathewouldreelfromveryjoyofthecertainfulfillmentofagreatdesire,thatwasallbutimmediatelywithinhiscontrol;atothertimes(thethoughtofRobertasweepingdownuponhimasanicywind),asthoughnothingcouldbemoresad,terrible,numbingtothedreamsofbeauty,loveandhappinessthanthiswhichnowthreatenedhim.Thatterribleitemaboutthelakeandthosetwopeopledrowned!Theprobabilitythatinspiteofhiswildplanwithinaweek,ortwoorthreeatmost,hewouldhavetoleaveallthisforever.Andthenofasuddenhewouldwaketorealizethathewasfumblingorplayingbadly—thatBertineorSondraorGrantwascalling:"Oh,Clyde,whatareyouthinkingof,anyhow?"Andfromthedarkestdepthsofhishearthewouldhaveanswered,hadhespoken,"Roberta."

           AttheBrookshaws’,againthatevening,asmartcompanyoffriendsofSondra’s,Bertine’sandothers.OnthedancefloorareencounterwithSondra,allsmiles,forshewaspretendingforthebenefitofothershere—hermotherandfatherinparticular—thatshehadnotseenClydebefore—didnotevenknowthathewashere.

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