Sarah and Joy had met in the kitchenette, about four-thirty in the afternoon. Their encounters were always a matter of routine, and to-day they both happened to strike the same time to search for “afternoon tea.” Sarah had just come to light, and was yawning about in a wrinkled kimono, her hair done up in curlers, her face pettishly1 grey. There was something positively2 undressed about Sarah’s face at times like these. Joy had been uptown all day, first at Pa’s, then at her French and Italian lessons. Returning, she had been practicing a trill exercise, not aware that Sarah was arising a little later than usual.
“I’m sorry,” she said now, and chewed a cold English muffin—the kind one buys at the corner delicatessen. “I usually close the door when I practice, anyway. I didn’t think anyone was home.”
“It certainly is nerve-racking to live in the house with a singer,” Sarah complained. She had caught sight of her face in a mirror, which added to the drag of her voice. “Of course I know you have to practice and all that, Joy, but now that your voice has gotten so much bigger it carries everywhere—simply everywhere!”
“Glad to hear it, that’s what I’m after,” snapped Joy, and bit into another discouraged muffin. “It’s hard enough to work all the time without being picked on for it. To hear you talk, you’d think I sang all day.”
“Now you’re getting cross. I suppose singers have to be temperamental, though.” Receiving no response to this, Sarah twirled her infinitesimal braid and tried again: “It’s funny to see you try to be so earnest. No girl with the looks you know you have can stand the strain of the student’s life without weakening and breaking away once in a while. And you can’t tell me that you and that Jim Dalton go to concerts every time you leave here.”
“We never have gotten along well together, have we, Sarah? I think the best way for us to do is not to talk when we’re around each other, unless we can’t avoid it.”
Sarah stared at Joy, incredulous that the mist over the animosity of the two had at last blown away.
“I mean it,” said Joy, “I need every bit of my energy for my work. I can’t waste any of it on you. I’m sure you feel the same way about me. So, let’s not—waste any energy.”
Sarah, regarding her beneath incendiary brows, was just taking on energy. “It’s true we’ve never gotten on together. It started the first day you came and put Packy away in your reticule. You walked away with him, reticule and all. Packy was one of the best playmates I ever had—his hand and his pocket-book had well oiled connections. And now through you he’s queered himself, and will never blow around here again.”
“I always felt Packy was at the bottom of it. But I don’t care. I’ve done my next-best to get along with you, and you too have made somewhat of an effort, but we can’t get along—so let’s not waste any more energy.”
She walked out of the kitchenette, trembling. After a day of unmitigated, although varied3, work, her nerves were rigid4, and had given away at the first little jab.
So far, the fall had been one of steady labour, punctuated5 only by Sarah’s jeers6 and by the music to which she had listened with Jim. Galli-Curci had come, a marvel7 and a thrill.
And then, a little after that, they went to hear Frieda Hempel. If Galli-Curci’s voice was silver, Hempel’s was a rainbow shot with colours that danced or remained steadfast8 at will. Joy was powerless to compare the shimmering9 of her Proch’s Variations with the crystal joy of Galli-Curci in the same song. And the roguish dance of her “Fêtes Galantes,” where by winking10 she upset the Bostonians to such an extent that they made her repeat it. The stark11 tragedy of “The Linden Tree,” and “Home, Sweet Home,” at the end. Galli-Curci had played it for herself, and sung it gingerly, with such changes that Jim remarked: “Do you like ‘Home Sweet Home au naturel or ma?tre d’h?tel?’” “I don’t like it at all,” Joy had said; “I wish people wouldn’t keep singing it—it’ll fly to pieces any minute, it’s so used up.” But when Frieda Hempel sang it, it took the aspect of a new song—new in its charm, old in its universal appeal——Joy looked around her at the faces turned to the blue-velvet12 figure pouring forth13 the hackneyed words; there was not a face that did not have a tense, strained expression—hardly a person who was not winking back a tear or letting them come unashamed. “Home, Sweet Home,” at which the critics groaned14. . . .
She and Jim did not look at each other until they were making their way out. Then Jim spoke15. “Made you think—that the only important thing in life—was something we both are missing—didn’t it?”
“Oh, to move people like that!” said Joy.
The fall concerts set her to work more furiously than ever. She had not had the opportunity to compare her voice with others, to gain a proper perspective, before. Pa remarked that she was actually becoming musical in leaps and bounds; every week now showed a gain in voice, technique and musical understanding.
But little incidents like Sarah pricked16; and when one was bending every part of one’s self to work, one had to be perfectly17 frank about elbowing little incidents aside. So she justified18 herself, the remainder of that day, for taking the stand on which she had walked out of the kitchenette. Sarah went out for the evening before Jerry had come back to the apartment, and did not come to tell Joy where she was going before she started, as had been the desultory19 custom. Joy was relieved. Then Sarah had accepted her suggestion. It would really be better for both of them.
The next morning she was out before there were any signs of life in the apartment, which was quite customary. She stayed long uptown, as she attended an afternoon concert and then ate dinner alone at a cafeteria on Huntington Avenue. It was late when she finally let herself into the apartment. Jerry darted21 at her in the hall—a wild looking Jerry, hair roughed up until her head was one bristle22.
‘Joy—for God’s sake—I thought you’d never come back. Do you know where Sal is?”
“Why, no, of course not. She hasn’t been with me. What’s the mat——”
“When did you see her last?”
“Why—yesterday afternoon.”
“She didn’t say where she was going?”
“No. I didn’t see her when she went out. What——”
“You didn’t even see her?” Jerry collapsed23 on the hall table, leaning against it with every sagging25 muscle, her freckles26 starting out hurriedly on her white face. “Listen—When I got in this A.M. I looked in her room to see if she was in yet. She wasn’t. It was pretty late, but I didn’t think anything about it and went to bed and slept like a fool. Went there when I woke up at nine-thirty and—she wasn’t there. Bed, room, everything just the same way it was last night. Her American Beauty evening dress the only one of her clothes gone—I looked last night to see what she’d worn, and that was missing—and now—it still is. Where is she?”
“You are sure she hadn’t come in—and gone out again——”
“In her American Beauty evening dress? That would mean she came in at three A.M. the soonest she could have come and I not heard her—and gotten up at nine at the latest she could have and I not heard her—and gone out in evening dress and not come back yet! It’s nearly nine now.”
Joy considered, putting down her music roll. “You don’t know who she went out with last night?”
Jerry shook her head. “If I’d only been home when she started——”
The shriek27 of the telephone scared them both out of their positions. “You answer,” said Joy, and together they shivered to the closet down the hall in whose privacy they had their telephone conversations. Jerry lifted up the receiver. “Hello, oh, hello, Davy. She isn’t here just now. Oh, that’s all right, we were going to that dance to-night. Do you know by any chance who Sal went out with last night? You do?” She wound the telephone cord around one finger and then watched it tighten28 as she pulled until the finger grew livid. “Oh, will they be around at the dance to-night? Oh, well—you needn’t bother. Oh, all right, only I haven’t put on my gingham yet, so don’t make the poor kid race all the way. See you later.”
She slammed down the receiver and turned to Joy. “That was Davy—he and Wigs29 were taking us to that Tech dance to-night, you know. He called up to say they were sending a Freshman30 who has a car, over to get us—they have to bone for some nine o’clock exam to-morrow till the last minute. Come on into my room till I get into something.”
“But what—who——” stuttered Joy as she followed her into the wilderness31 of clothes that was Jerry’s room, and watched her pull a glittering green sequin dress from the collection—“What did he tell you about——”
“He said he knew that Sal was going to the Toast and Jam last night—there was some big celebration there—with Crawf Harris and Dum-Dum Barnes, because they had asked him to come along too with a girl he had a date with, but he had theatre tickets and so they didn’t——”
“And now what are you going to do?”
Jerry raked her hair smooth with two military brushes, her latest idea. “Do? Why, go to that dance and get those damn little rounders to tell me what went on, where they left Sal, and so on—and believe me, there’ll have to be some fluent explaining!”
“I don’t understand.” Joy moved about around the debris32 of the room, too nervous to sit down. “But I—I can’t stay here, Jerry, while you——” She vanished from the room. When she returned some minutes later, she wore hat and coat. Jerry, who was swiftly puckering33 up a split in a silk stocking made by putting her foot in it too abruptly34, jerked an inquiring eyebrow35. “What in——”
“Jerry—I know you can look after yourself and do everything and always have; but nevertheless there are times—if we are unlucky enough to have those times—when a man is absolutely necessary—a man we can trust. I think this is one of those times—and I’ve telephoned Jim Dalton to come out here as quickly as possible.”
Jerry nodded. “I’m glad you did. It—it does look like one of those times—and Wigs and Davy wouldn’t be even up to zero on a proposition like this.”
The two girls sat waiting in a silence broken only once or twice.
“Of course—it may come to nothing.” This from Jerry. “There must be all sorts of reasons——”
“Oh, there must be reasons. But——” Joy could not throw off the horror that was settling upon her. “But—where else could she be, and why? She has no other girl friends—oh, Jerry! Why, of course—there’s Félicie Durant!”
“I called her up at noontime,” Jerry droned. “She hadn’t seen her for a week or so.”
The bell rang finally.
But it was Jim. Just the sight of him made Joy a little more calm. He was the sort of person to whom one turned naturally; he gave out that “quiet strength” which is too often imposed upon to carry the burdens of others. A few swift questions, more or less hysterical37 answers, and the story was before him. A moment, and Jerry found the generalship taken away from her as Jim gave orders of procedure. He had not completed mapping out their line of action when the freshman arrived, a freshman who looked rather stunned38 to find instead of the described pair of girls in evening dress, a girl in street clothes, with a man, and one lone20 girl with pale face, fiery39 eyes, and bobbed hair, who was wrapped in a velvet cloak from which protruded40 a peacock fan—a girl who treated him, doggone it! like a regular chauffeur41. She might at least have come in front with him and left the two street-clads by themselves; but no, they all sat in back, whispering until he hauled his car into place at the end of a moderately long line in a narrow Boston street. Then, and then only, did the girl with the bobbed hair condescend42 to speak to him.
“Do you happen to be familiar with Dum-Dum Barnes and Crawf Harris?”
“Not too familiar,” he replied cautiously. “They’re Seniors.” Then, as they made no move to disembark: “Aren’t you coming in?”
“That’s as might be,” drawled that bobbed-haired girl. “You can go in and see if Crawf and Dum-Dum are there. If they are, you can tell ’em to come out here Q. E. D.—if not, come out and tell us Q. E. D. As for Wigs and Davy—if they’ve got there yet, why, you can tell ’em I’m located here.”
He went off, muttering “Gotcha,” more than ever convinced that she thought he was a chauffeur. When he returned five minutes later, the three were in the same rigid expectancy44 in which he had left them, with that continued stillness which denotes an uninterrupted absence of conversation. The freshman cleared his throat. Decidedly there was something very cagey about this whole affair.
“I—well, I can’t locate Crawf and Dum-Dum,” he said. “They’re Seniors, you know; I don’t know them very well; and everyone’s dancing in the dark in there, so I can’t make out. Wigs and Dave don’t seem to have gotten there yet——”
“Then we’ll come in—I can see in the dark better than any other way,” and one by one the three climbed from the car. The freckled45 faced girl turned to him with a sudden, grandiloquent46 sweep. “Thank you very much for the use of your car, sir. I shall mention you favourably47 in my next letter to the Transcript48.”
The three were gone, and the freshman, after a bewildered grunt49, drove off to the Copley, where a party of his own kind awaited him. Not for him as yet the Tech fraternity dances.
As they entered the hall, Joy caught her breath. Never before had she seen such a spectacle. Three wide rooms were given up to dancing—the orchestra playing in the hall—sole illumination, the dim one that filtered from the hall into two of the rooms, and as for the third, it remained in blackness relieved only by ghostly dresses clasped to white shirtfronts. The three stared from the doorway50 for a moment of silent fascination51. It was like some hazy52, voluptuous53 dream—feverish music, quickening the throbbing55 of desire—the little sigh of figures interlocked, moving in time to the throb54, in the dripping black velvet of the dark. It was something one might have imagined in the days of Nebuchadnezzar.
“Barbaric,” Joy murmured as she caught Jim’s eye and knew she was flushing—flushing under the music, which quickened the uneven56 pulse of memory.
“No—not barbaric,” said Jim. “Barbarians are—more direct.” He turned to Jerry. “Do you see them yet?” She shook her head, eyes straining after the dancers. “That freshman had no initiative. He ought to have——” He strode over to the orchestra, spoke to the boy at the piano. A few more bars, and the music stopped, the pianist tapping on the drum for quiet.
“I am asked to announce,” he said shrilly57, “that Mr. Barnes and Mr. Harris are wanted in the hall.”
The music took up its beat, and the dancers in the dark, who had barely stopped, began again.
“I should have thought of paging them, only I’m so rattled,” said Jerry. “Thank God for Jim.”
He came back to them; through another opening into the hall charged two lads with question and not much else on their wide young faces. Jerry stepped forward and spread her fan in front of them, an excellent substitute for buttonholing, as they drew up with a start.
“Hullo, Jerry,” said one. The other said nothing; he was presumably Dum-Dum.
“This is them,” said Jerry, with a jerk of the fan. “You two, this is Miss Nelson and Mr. Dalton. And we want to know right now where Sal Saunders is.”
Dum-Dum opened his mouth and closed it.
“Did—didn’t she get back?” Crawf demanded, jaw58 hanging loosely. “You aren’t stringing us, Jerry? Trying to get a rise?”
Crawf looked at Dum-Dum, whose speechless countenance60 gave forth no help. “Why—why—we—I——Haven’t you heard a word from her? Don’t you know where she is?”
“We do not,” said Jim. “And you two, since you are the last two known to be with her, are responsible.”
“Jesus!” said Dum-Dum, and collapsed upon the stairway.
“I’ll swear—I’ll swear—if she’s gotten into anything, it’s her own fault!” Crawf’s sagged61 jaw did not close with this chivalrous62 utterance63.
“Buzz on with the tale, you little gnat64!” Jerry cried, threatening him with her fan. He retreated, a few steps.
“I—I—well, we went down to the Toast and Jam.”
“We know that—go on.”
“And—and I suppose we did get pretty fuzzy. You know Sal—you know she never can hold it. We told her to cut down, but you know how much effect that has on her; pretty soon she was so blotto she was making eyes at a couple of old boys in the corner. Isn’t that so, Dum-Dum? Wasn’t she blotto?”
Dum-Dum nodded.
“The old boys got fresh and we were feeling good, so—well, I guess we got mixed up pretty well. Well, then we thought we’d come away, in fact the head waiter or some such stuff requested our departure, all of us, so we eased out. Got out to the car and the old boys’ was next. Of course Dum-Dum couldn’t start it.”
“The old boys’ car?”
“Nope; ours. Sal got sore right off—said we were doing it on purpose. The old boys stayed in their car and watched the fun. Dum-Dum got under the car, but that didn’t do any good. Finally I got under too. Dunno how long we were fooling around there—my pocket lamp burnt out—but we heard Sal talking. Thought she was talking to us, so we didn’t listen. Then all of a sudden we heard some brakes grinding a tune65, and Sal yelling she’d never get back to town with us so she was going with them. I rolled out from under and saw the tail-lights of the old boys’ car spinning away.” He stopped and looked at them appealingly. “What could we do? We couldn’t speed up and follow after. All we could do was sit around and cuss Sal—which we did, complete. Then we worked on the car some more till somehow Dum-Dum slipped a cog and fixed66 it.”
“Let me get this straight,” said Jim. “You take a girl down to a road house, get her drunk, and then let her sail off with two strange men, having no other objection than cussing?”
“What else could we do? We couldn’t get a taxi and follow them up—it was no free garage.”
“But there were other cars, and owners who could be made to understand.”
“Whadyoumean, understand?” Crawf had been regarding Jim with increasing objection. “Perhaps you’re in the habit of stealing cars from understanding owners. I don’t get that way.”
“And seeing her go off, you thought no more of the matter—didn’t even call up to-day to see if she had reached home safely.”
“We’re having exams——” began Dum-Dum defensively, still on the staircase.
“I’ll admit—it did occur to me to call up, but we’ve been so busy——”
“Busy dancing,” Jerry supplemented.
“And honestly, it never for a minute entered my head but what Sal would get back; she’s a girl who takes darn good care of herself——”
“We are living in strange times indeed if a man thinks a girl can take care of herself under such circumstances,” said Jim.
“What did the old boys look like?” Jerry snapped.
Again Crawf looked at Dum-Dum for aid, but Dum-Dum closed his eyes with a weary air.
“I—I swear I don’t remember. They were about fifty—or maybe forty, or thirty-eight——”
“Or even seventy——” Jerry bit in.
“Hang it, no! They had teeth and hair and things. Grey hair or getting grey—that sort of stuff. One of ’em wore glasses and one of ’em smoked rotten cigars.”
Jim squared off, looking at them in unhurried, but imperative67 fashion. “Have you two got your car here? Well, get your evening wraps and come along with us while we use it. We’re going to the Toast and Jam—to see if the people there know anything more, or can remember better than you, about these two men. And on the way down you can try to call back a better description of them.”
Jim was of compact build, although so thin that he had not an ounce of flesh that could be trained down. There was something about him that looked very forceful as he faced the two boys.
“I—we both have girls at this dance——” Crawf began, while Dum-Dum looked wildly around from four corners of his eyes.
“Well, get two stags to take ’em, if you feel any responsibility about ’em—tell ’em anything—but come as quickly as you can.”
The two boys vanished through the opening.
“They’re still dancing in the dark,” said Joy monotonously68.
Jim consulted his watch. “We’ve only been here a little over six minutes.”
“I never saw anything like it—whole dances in the dark. Do they keep it that way all evening?”
“Oh, no.” Jerry was weaving with her fan an accompaniment to the music, unconsciously swaying back and forth in rhythm as she did so. “They turn ’em on after awhile. It gives you a new sensation, anyway——That’s good jazz, I’ll tell anyone.”
That was it. Dancers in the dark—in search of a new sensation. Jerry was beckoning69 to a man who had come out to speak to the orchestra. “Oh, Fred,” she said, easily: “do me a favor? When Wigs and Davy see fit to blow in, will you tell them that we got sick of waiting and have gone out with Crawf and Dum-Dum?”
“I’ll do that little thing for you; but they’ll be fit to be tied,” Fred responded with a grin. He stayed carrying on a light badinage70 with Jerry until the two boys reappeared, coats over their arms, their broad, mild countenances71 for once overrun with emotions, which were added to as Fred thrust them parting darts72 about how Wigs and Davy would pay them out for playing the fresh young Lochinvars.
The two boys sat in front, and the trio sat together in back as before. Jerry was still humming the tune that the orchestra had been playing—
“All the knowledge learned at College
Still that don’t explain——”
Jerry had found time to wish that she might have been among the dancers; Jerry, the excitement-eater. They had passed a movie palace letting out crowds from its first show. Excitement-eaters all . . . who for want of excitement of their own, had gone to swallow down excitement in reels—of indiscriminate kinds. Indiscriminate excitement by proxy—excitement that exhausted73 or stimulated74, but created the appetite for excitement at first hand.
Jerry stopped humming. “If only this hadn’t happened at the time of the police-strike. But what can those Home Guard birds do?”
“It may not have to come to that,” said Jim.
They veered75 away from the city outskirts76, and started pounding down the State Road towards the South Shore. It was cold, and the boys in front drove with sullen77 swiftness.
“I feel somehow—as if this were the end of the world,” said Joy miserably78. Such awful things are happening that the world’s just got to topple over sometime—and to-night feels just like it.”
“I wonder what is going to happen to the world,” said Jim. “Every year since I can remember people have been saying we’ve been going from bad to worse, and I used to think they were old fogies; but I can see the descent myself, it’s getting so rapid—and I can’t be an old fogy—not at twenty-four.”
“Funny how we’ve all gone back on the way we used to feel during the war,” said Jerry. “It’s just as if the world had turned a double back somersault.”
“Everyone admits that the world is turning around too fast, and that everyone’s got their eyes turned in upon themselves too hard, but then they go right on,” said Joy somewhat pointedly80. The memory of Jerry’s evident reluctance81 to leave the music was still repugnant.
The three lapsed24 into a silence supported by the sucking gasps82 of the tires as they slid along over the well oiled highway. After fifteen minutes had passed in quiet travel, their progress became slower, the boys in front casting uncertain eyes up each side road they passed.
“What’s wrong?” Jim called to them.
“Why—I’ve forgotten just where we turn,” Crawf responded. “Sal pointed79 out the way last night—we’d never been down before, you know——”
Dum-Dum put on the brakes and came to a stop. There was a lone man wandering along the road, coming into the spotlight83 with which the front lamps were cleaving84 ahead.
“Where do you turn off to get to the Toast and Jam?”
The wayfarer85 jerked his thumb. “Next to your right, an’ straight through the cross roads. But you won’t find no toast nor no jam there!”
The echoes of his cackling appreciation86 of his own wit followed them even through the cross roads.
The “Toast and Jam” proved to be a large, rambling87 white farmhouse88, nestled on a hill, with a dense89 thicket90 of automobiles91 flanking the barn. Riotous92 music surged from the windows, and a man’s loud voice singing.
“You girls stay out here,” said Jim, “Mr. Barnes will stay with you.”
“Not a prayer!” Jerry cried, leaping out. “I want to ask a few little questions myself. If I don’t look in on this, what was the sense of my cutting the dance?”
“True,” said Jim, and met Joy’s eyes for a moment as he helped her descend43. Jerry had joined the two boys, and Joy and Jim brought up the rear.
“It’s just that if you saw anyone you knew here, they’d wonder what you were doing in a place like this,” Jim said suddenly.
“They’d be here, too,” she retorted, “And although I may not have been to this particular place, the first of the summer I thought I took in every road house there was. Goodness knows that I long ago stopped worrying about appearances!”
This was the sort of speech that would have made Grant’s hair rise, she reflected, the minute she spoke; Grant would have thrown back some icy remark that would only have goaded93 her on. But Jim looked down at her without speaking, and something in his keen eyes made her feel very wriggly94.
They entered the Toast and Jam. A low-ceilinged white hallway through which they looked in to a long, cozily gotten-up dining-room, with tables thrust along the sides. A colored orchestra at one end with a negro bawling95 out the words of the selection, and a piebald mass of dancers, exercise of contact whipping their blood higher and higher, the heat from the low-studded room growing with motion, so that they had to cling but stickily; but they clung. An assortment96 of all ages, having a preponderance of older men with more or less younger women whose general get-ups were equivocal.
“Do you remember your waiter? And find whoever it was who requested you to leave last night,” said Jim to Crawf, who slid into the dining room. Jerry streaked97 after him, her fan waving in determination, and Jim followed, with a request that Dum-Dum stay with Joy.
They waited in a silence that grew so appalling98, with nothing to watch but the shivering of the dancers to the syncopated shriek of the orchestra, that Joy finally said in a tone as nearly ferocious99 as she could make it: “Do they call you Dum-Dum after the bullet or because you’re just plain dumb?” At his amazement100, she hurled101 on; “It must be because you’re dumb—otherwise I don’t understand—how you could have been so careless—of a nice girl!”
He opened his mouth and closed it. His silence had suddenly changed colour. It was almost as if he had; and she read it as easily as if he had spoken. They were not so—careful—with Sarah as they might have been with “nice” girls. Jerry had diagnosed it—the key of their relationship with men was that the men acted as if they were among themselves. There had been just that careless oblivion, that utter lack of the protective instinct toward Sarah; and the idea of it was so horribly perverted102 that she gave a little shiver.
“Aha, shimmying?” said Dum-Dum, finding speech at last. “Music too much for you? Come on, let’s dance till the others get through.”
She looked at him so strangely that his inviting103 pose disintegrated104 and he toppled back. “That’s—the first thing I’ve heard you say. Must I take that—as the keynote to your character?”
He was regarding her with alarm and now spoke soothingly105. “Oh all right; but it’s darn good music!”
“Good music!” She checked herself. After all, silence was preferable to talking in different tongues.
Jerry came back to them on feet that no longer lilted to the music, her face sagging white against the painted masks of the girls on the floor. Crawf followed with a defiant106 expression, and Jim came last.
“They don’t remember a thing,” said Jerry; “they’re perfect nitwits, the whole nest of ’em. Every waiter spilled a different description—the head waiter doesn’t even remember whether they were old or young.”
“It seems to be the custom here,” said Jim, “to forget things like that!”
“But the cash you forked out would have tickled107 their memory if there had been anything to tickle,” said Jerry.
“What can we do now?” Joy asked limply. Somehow she had felt that coming down here would solve everything—that it was going to end up smoothly108, things would explain themselves and roll into place, just like the ending of a story.
The five stood in an indecisive little group, looking at each other. A waiter who had been darting109 his head around a corner to survey them at intervals110 now darted himself around and approached them with a velvet-covered but none the less insistent111 air. “If your party is not coming inside——?”
They left as indecisively, and drove home in amazement. It had not occurred to them that they would not be able to read the dark pages of this affair. The sensation of utter futility112 is new to youth, and momentarily stuns113. Until they had followed up every avenue of investigation114 left them, they had evaded115 the wings of horror that had been hovering116 ahead. Now there was room for all that awfulness. They spoke in low tones, the situation becoming more hopeless as they discussed it. Jim said the publicity117 of the police was not to be desired; Crawf and Dum-Dum, abject118 almost to cringing119 by now, said that of course they would finance investigation through a private detective agency, which proposition was speedily approved by Jerry. Joy sat in the tentacles120 of a memory that added horror. What were the last words she had ever said to Sarah? A practical request to keep out of her life, and she, Joy, would do the same. Under the calcium121 ray of this dreadful evening’s events, her words were conceited122, selfish, ill-tempered—self-sufficient. If one only knew, when words were flying around, that those were the last words that person would ever hear from one’s mouth—how many things would remain unsaid!
A repressed goodnight to the two guilty youths, and leaving Jim, who was to go straight to the detective office. She and Jerry went to Sarah’s room of one accord, then wandered aimlessly through the empty-seeming apartment before going to bed. . . .
“She’ll turn up,” said Jerry; but her voice hung fire.
She did not turn up. Days thickened into weeks, with the detective bringing steady reports of investigation along a blank wall. Something that he had said on undertaking123 the case quivered in Joy’s memory.
“A missing-girl proposition is almost hopeless, you know, when twelve thousand disappear every year.”
“Twelve thousand a year—in this country!” she cried, and he nodded.
“So you see—it gets pretty difficult.”
It was a strange thing—this voidness that had been Sarah. When Sarah had been there, their lives were as separate as if they had been two strange boarders in the same boarding house. She had never found anything in common with Sarah; she had never tried to. She had disliked her, and not done her best to conceal124 this dislike. Now Sarah was gone, and her absence made no ripple125 in Joy’s life. How could she miss her absence, having never really felt her presence—having even suggested that they ignore each other’s presence? But her going left Joy with a queer feeling of self-hatred. Sarah had been a lonely figure, a drifter on the churning waters of excitement; a drifter with nothing upon which to cling, knowing no more than to keep her head above the rising tide. And Joy had faithfully imitated the performance related of certain people, who, some nineteen hundred years ago, had passed by on the other side.
Passing by on the other side was glossed126 over nowadays as: “It isn’t any of my business.” Everyone did it about everyone. In this new analysis she wondered—-if she had not been passing Jerry by on the other side also. The answer rose automatically to her throat: “It isn’t any of my business.”
点击
收听单词发音
收听单词发音 |
1
pettishly
|
|
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
2
positively
|
|
| adv.明确地，断然，坚决地；实在，确实 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
3
varied
|
|
| adj.多样的，多变化的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
4
rigid
|
|
| adj.严格的，死板的；刚硬的，僵硬的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
5
punctuated
|
|
| v.（在文字中）加标点符号，加标点( punctuate的过去式和过去分词 )；不时打断某事物 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
6
jeers
|
|
| n.操纵帆桁下部（使其上下的）索具；嘲讽( jeer的名词复数 )v.嘲笑( jeer的第三人称单数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
7
marvel
|
|
| vi.(at)惊叹vt.感到惊异；n.令人惊异的事 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
8
steadfast
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，不动摇的；忠实的；坚贞不移的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
9
shimmering
|
|
| v.闪闪发光，发微光( shimmer的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
10
winking
|
|
| n.瞬眼，目语v.使眼色( wink的现在分词 )；递眼色（表示友好或高兴等）；（指光）闪烁；闪亮 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
11
stark
|
|
| adj.荒凉的；严酷的；完全的；adv.完全地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
12
velvet
|
|
| n.丝绒，天鹅绒；adj.丝绒制的，柔软的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
13
forth
|
|
| adv.向前；向外，往外 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
14
groaned
|
|
| v.呻吟( groan的过去式和过去分词 )；发牢骚；抱怨；受苦 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
15
spoke
|
|
| n.（车轮的）辐条；轮辐；破坏某人的计划；阻挠某人的行动 v.讲，谈（speak的过去式）；说；演说；从某种观点来说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
16
pricked
|
|
| 刺，扎，戳( prick的过去式和过去分词 )； 刺伤； 刺痛； 使剧痛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
17
perfectly
|
|
| adv.完美地，无可非议地，彻底地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
18
justified
|
|
| a.正当的，有理的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
19
desultory
|
|
| adj.散漫的，无方法的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
20
lone
|
|
| adj.孤寂的，单独的；唯一的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
21
darted
|
|
| v.投掷，投射( dart的过去式和过去分词 )；向前冲，飞奔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
22
bristle
|
|
| v.（毛发）直立，气势汹汹，发怒；n.硬毛发 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
23
collapsed
|
|
| adj.倒塌的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
24
lapsed
|
|
| adj.流失的，堕落的v.退步( lapse的过去式和过去分词 )；陷入；倒退；丧失 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
25
sagging
|
|
| 下垂[沉，陷]，松垂，垂度 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
26
freckles
|
|
| n.雀斑，斑点( freckle的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
27
shriek
|
|
| v./n.尖叫，叫喊 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
28
tighten
|
|
| v.(使)变紧；(使)绷紧 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
29
wigs
|
|
| n.假发，法官帽( wig的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
30
freshman
|
|
| n.大学一年级学生(可兼指男女) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
31
wilderness
|
|
| n.杳无人烟的一片陆地、水等，荒漠 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
32
debris
|
|
| n.瓦砾堆，废墟，碎片 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
33
puckering
|
|
| v.（使某物）起褶子或皱纹( pucker的现在分词 )；小褶纹；小褶皱 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
34
abruptly
|
|
| adv.突然地，出其不意地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
35
eyebrow
|
|
| n.眉毛，眉 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
36
freshmen
|
|
| n.（中学或大学的）一年级学生( freshman的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
37
hysterical
|
|
| adj.情绪异常激动的，歇斯底里般的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
38
stunned
|
|
| adj. 震惊的，惊讶的 动词stun的过去式和过去分词 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
39
fiery
|
|
| adj.燃烧着的，火红的；暴躁的；激烈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
40
protruded
|
|
| v.（使某物）伸出，（使某物）突出( protrude的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
41
chauffeur
|
|
| n.(受雇于私人或公司的)司机；v.为…开车 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
42
condescend
|
|
| v.俯就，屈尊；堕落，丢丑 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
43
descend
|
|
| vt./vi.传下来，下来，下降 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
44
expectancy
|
|
| n.期望，预期，（根据概率统计求得）预期数额 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
45
freckled
|
|
| adj.雀斑；斑点；晒斑；（使）生雀斑v.雀斑，斑点( freckle的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
46
grandiloquent
|
|
| adj.夸张的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
47
favourably
|
|
| adv. 善意地，赞成地 =favorably | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
48
transcript
|
|
| n.抄本，誊本，副本，肄业证书 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
49
grunt
|
|
| v.嘟哝；作呼噜声；n.呼噜声，嘟哝 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
50
doorway
|
|
| n.门口，(喻)入门；门路，途径 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
51
fascination
|
|
| n.令人着迷的事物，魅力，迷恋 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
52
hazy
|
|
| adj.有薄雾的，朦胧的；不肯定的，模糊的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
53
voluptuous
|
|
| adj.肉欲的，骄奢淫逸的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
54
throb
|
|
| v.震颤，颤动；(急速强烈地)跳动，搏动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
55
throbbing
|
|
| a. 跳动的,悸动的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
56
uneven
|
|
| adj.不平坦的，不规则的，不均匀的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
57
shrilly
|
|
| 尖声的； 光亮的，耀眼的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
58
jaw
|
|
| n.颚，颌，说教，流言蜚语；v.喋喋不休，教训 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
59
snarled
|
|
| v.（指狗）吠，嗥叫， （人）咆哮( snarl的过去式和过去分词 )；咆哮着说，厉声地说 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
60
countenance
|
|
| n.脸色，面容；面部表情；vt.支持，赞同 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
61
sagged
|
|
| 下垂的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
62
chivalrous
|
|
| adj.武士精神的；对女人彬彬有礼的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
63
utterance
|
|
| n.用言语表达，话语，言语 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
64
gnat
|
|
| v.对小事斤斤计较，琐事 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
65
tune
|
|
| n.调子；和谐，协调；v.调音，调节，调整 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
66
fixed
|
|
| adj.固定的，不变的，准备好的；(计算机)固定的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
67
imperative
|
|
| n.命令，需要；规则；祈使语气；adj.强制的；紧急的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
68
monotonously
|
|
| adv.单调地，无变化地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
69
beckoning
|
|
| adj.引诱人的，令人心动的v.（用头或手的动作）示意，召唤( beckon的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
70
badinage
|
|
| n.开玩笑，打趣 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
71
countenances
|
|
| n.面容( countenance的名词复数 )；表情；镇静；道义支持 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
72
darts
|
|
| n.掷飞镖游戏；飞镖( dart的名词复数 )；急驰，飞奔v.投掷，投射( dart的第三人称单数 )；向前冲，飞奔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
73
exhausted
|
|
| adj.极其疲惫的，精疲力尽的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
74
stimulated
|
|
| a.刺激的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
75
veered
|
|
| v.（尤指交通工具）改变方向或路线( veer的过去式和过去分词 )；（指谈话内容、人的行为或观点）突然改变；（指风） （在北半球按顺时针方向、在南半球按逆时针方向）逐渐转向；风向顺时针转 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
76
outskirts
|
|
| n.郊外，郊区 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
77
sullen
|
|
| adj.愠怒的，闷闷不乐的，(天气等)阴沉的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
78
miserably
|
|
| adv.痛苦地；悲惨地；糟糕地；极度地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
79
pointed
|
|
| adj.尖的，直截了当的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
80
pointedly
|
|
| adv.尖地，明显地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
81
reluctance
|
|
| n.厌恶，讨厌，勉强，不情愿 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
82
gasps
|
|
| v.喘气( gasp的第三人称单数 )；喘息；倒抽气；很想要 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
83
spotlight
|
|
| n.公众注意的中心，聚光灯，探照灯，视听，注意，醒目 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
84
cleaving
|
|
| v.劈开，剁开，割开( cleave的现在分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
85
wayfarer
|
|
| n.旅人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
86
appreciation
|
|
| n.评价；欣赏；感谢；领会，理解；价格上涨 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
87
rambling
|
|
| adj.[建]凌乱的，杂乱的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
88
farmhouse
|
|
| n.农场住宅（尤指主要住房） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
89
dense
|
|
| a.密集的，稠密的，浓密的；密度大的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
90
thicket
|
|
| n.灌木丛，树林 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
91
automobiles
|
|
| n.汽车( automobile的名词复数 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
92
riotous
|
|
| adj.骚乱的；狂欢的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
93
goaded
|
|
| v.刺激( goad的过去式和过去分词 )；激励；（用尖棒）驱赶；驱使（或怂恿、刺激）某人 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
94
wriggly
|
|
| adj.蠕动的，回避的；蜿蜒 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
95
bawling
|
|
| v.大叫，大喊( bawl的现在分词 )；放声大哭；大声叫出；叫卖（货物） | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
96
assortment
|
|
| n.分类，各色俱备之物，聚集 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
97
streaked
|
|
| adj.有条斑纹的，不安的v.快速移动( streak的过去式和过去分词 )；使布满条纹 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
98
appalling
|
|
| adj.骇人听闻的，令人震惊的，可怕的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
99
ferocious
|
|
| adj.凶猛的，残暴的，极度的，十分强烈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
100
amazement
|
|
| n.惊奇，惊讶 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
101
hurled
|
|
| v.猛投，用力掷( hurl的过去式和过去分词 )；大声叫骂 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
102
perverted
|
|
| adj.不正当的v.滥用( pervert的过去式和过去分词 )；腐蚀；败坏；使堕落 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
103
inviting
|
|
| adj.诱人的，引人注目的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
104
disintegrated
|
|
| v.（使）破裂[分裂，粉碎]，（使）崩溃( disintegrate的过去式和过去分词 ) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
105
soothingly
|
|
| adv.抚慰地，安慰地；镇痛地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
106
defiant
|
|
| adj.无礼的，挑战的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
107
tickled
|
|
| （使）发痒( tickle的过去式和过去分词 )； （使）愉快，逗乐 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
108
smoothly
|
|
| adv.平滑地，顺利地，流利地，流畅地 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
109
darting
|
|
| v.投掷，投射( dart的现在分词 )；向前冲，飞奔 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
110
intervals
|
|
| n.[军事]间隔( interval的名词复数 )；间隔时间；[数学]区间；（戏剧、电影或音乐会的）幕间休息 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
111
insistent
|
|
| adj.迫切的，坚持的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
112
futility
|
|
| n.无用 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
113
stuns
|
|
| v.击晕( stun的第三人称单数 )；使大吃一惊；给（某人）以深刻印象；使深深感动 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
114
investigation
|
|
| n.调查，调查研究 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
115
evaded
|
|
| 逃避( evade的过去式和过去分词 )； 避开； 回避； 想不出 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
116
hovering
|
|
| 鸟( hover的现在分词 )； 靠近（某事物）； （人）徘徊； 犹豫 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
117
publicity
|
|
| n.众所周知，闻名；宣传，广告 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
118
abject
|
|
| adj.极可怜的，卑屈的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
119
cringing
|
|
| adj.谄媚，奉承 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
120
tentacles
|
|
| n.触手( tentacle的名词复数 )；触角；触须；触毛 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
121
calcium
|
|
| n.钙(化学符号Ca) | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
122
conceited
|
|
| adj.自负的，骄傲自满的 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
123
undertaking
|
|
| n.保证，许诺，事业 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
124
conceal
|
|
| v.隐藏，隐瞒，隐蔽 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
125
ripple
|
|
| n.涟波，涟漪，波纹，粗钢梳；vt.使...起涟漪，使起波纹； vi.呈波浪状，起伏前进 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
|
126
glossed
|
|
| v.注解( gloss的过去式和过去分词 )；掩饰（错误）；粉饰；把…搪塞过去 | |
参考例句： |
|
|
|
| 欢迎访问英文小说网 |