Американська трагедія

Chapter 7

           JillTrumbullcalledtohimashecameout:"Hello,Clyde!Beenplayinghookeyorwhat?Ihaven’tseenyouinIdon’tknowwhen."Andhe,aftersmilingwistfullyatSondra,cravingasneverbeforehersympathyaswellasheraffection,drawinghimselfupontherailingoftheverandaandreplying,assmoothlyashecould:"BeenworkingoveratAlbanysinceTuesday.Hotdownthere.It’scertainlyfinetobeuphereto-day.Who’sallup?"AndJillTrumbull,smiling:"Oh,nearlyeveryone,Iguess.IsawVandaoverattheRandalls’yesterday.AndScottwroteBertinehewascomingtothePointnextTuesday.ItlookstomeasthoughnoonewasgoingovertoGreenwoodmuchthisyear."AndthenalongandintensediscussionastowhyGreenwoodwasnolongerwhatithadbeen.AndthenSondraexclaiming:"Thatremindsme!IhavetophoneBellato-day.ShepromisedtocomeuptothathorseshowoveratBristolweekafternext,sure."Andthenmoretalkofhorsesanddogs.AndClyde,listeningintentlyinhisanxietytoseemanintegralpartofitall,yetbroodingonallthatsodesperatelyconcernedhim.Thosethreemen.Roberta.Maybetheyhadfoundherbodybynowwhocouldtell,yetsayingtohimselfwhysofearsome?Wasitlikelythatinthatdepthofwaterfiftyfeetmaybe,forallheknewthattheywouldfindher?OrthattheycouldeveridentifyhimwithCliffordGoldenorCarlGraham?Howcouldthey?Hadn’thereallyandtrulycoveredhistracksexceptforthosethreemen?THOSETHREEMEN!Heshivered,aswithcold,inspiteofhimself.

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