Американская трагедия

Chapter 47

           Andwhiletherewassomethingaboutherincolor,formthatsuggestedrealitystillshewasveryinsubstantialsoveryandoncemorenowhefeltstrangelyalone.Forthehandsofthefriendoffirmgriphadvanishedalso.AndClydewasalone,soverymuchaloneandforlorn,inthissomber,beautifulrealmtowhichapparentlyhehadbeenled,andthendeserted.Alsohefeltstrangelycoldthespellofthisstrangebeautyoverwhelminghimwithakindofchill.

           Hehadcomehereforwhat?

           Andhemustdowhat?

           KillRoberta?Oh,no!

           Andagainheloweredhisheadandgazedintothefascinatingandyettreacherousdepthsofthatmagnetic,bluish,purplepool,which,ashecontinuedtogaze,seemedtochangeitsformkaleidoscopicallytoalarge,crystallineball.Butwhatwasthatmovingaboutinthiscrystal?Aform!Itcamenearerclearerandasitdidso,herecognizedRobertastrugglingandwavingherthinwhitearmsoutofthewaterandreachingtowardhim!God!Howterrible!Theexpressiononherface!WhatinGod’snamewashethinkingofanyway?Death!Murder!

           Andsuddenlybecomingconsciousthathiscourage,onwhichhehadcountedsomuchthislongwhiletosustainhimhere,wasleavinghim,andheinstantlyandconsciouslyplumbingthedepthsofhisbeinginavainsearchtorecaptureit.

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