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I can bear no longer these futile speculations of my mind. For months / past I have tried to keep them under subjection, but it is impossible / to do so any more. I must have word of Clarissa. Is she happy? Have I / misjudged that young man? Perhaps that evening when I saw him in the / restaurant was only a momentary lapse of conduct. Maybe I have done him / an injury and she is happy after all.
But no matter how often I put these questions to myself, they return / again unanswered. I have an obstinate belief that she could not be / happy with him. Sometimes I think it is this uncertainty about Clarissa / which is inducing in me a mood, a conviction -- the conviction that I / have about run the length of my tether and there is but little left for / me but to snap it and have done with the business altogether.