Американская трагедия

Chapter 4

           Butinsteadofanswering,thedistrictattorneydrewfromhispockettheletterofRobertatohermother,anddisplayingonlythehandwritingontheenvelope,asked:"Isthatthehandwritingofyourdaughter?"

           "Yes,sir,that’sherhandwriting,"repliedTitus,hisvoicerisingslightly."Butwhatisthis,Mr.DistrictAttorney?Howdoyoucometohavethat?What’sinthere?"Heclinchedhishandsinanervousway,forinMason’seyeshenowclearlyforesawtragedyinsomeform."Whatisthisthiswhathasshewritteninthatletter?Youmusttellmeifanythinghashappenedtomygirl!"HebegantolookexcitedlyaboutasthoughitwerehisintentiontoreturntothehouseforaidtocommunicatetohiswifethedreadthatwascominguponhimwhileMason,seeingtheagonyintowhichhehadplungedhim,atonceseizedhimfirmlyandyetkindlybythearmsandbegan:

           "Mr.Alden,thisisoneofthosedarktimesinthelivesofsomeofuswhenallthecouragewehaveismostneeded.IhesitatetotellyoubecauseIamamanwhohasseensomethingoflifeandIknowhowyouwillsuffer."

           "Sheishurt.Sheisdead,maybe,"exclaimedTitus,almostshrilly,thepupilsofhiseyesdilating.

           OrvilleMasonnodded.

           "Roberta!Myfirstborn!MyGod!OurHeavenlyFather!"Hisbodycrumpledasthoughfromablowandheleanedtosteadyhimselfagainstanadjacenttree.

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