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348 Props(?) [[strikethrough]] Thursday, December 13, 1928 [[/strikethrough]] They were silly sometimes - laughed into the sky, and wondered if the "seven maids with seven mops sweeping up the beach for half a year" could really make it clear. But often they talked seriously. She learned a great deal about John. Soon he told her everything. She was tremendously happy. She was indispensable to him. She gave him courage, enthusiasm, happiness. She gained from this a supreme sense of power, and her hunger for adoration was appeased. One evening, later in the summer, she asked Charles [[strikethrough]] took to [[/strikethrough]] to take her home after their foursome of dinner-dancing. [[strikethrough]] instea [[/strikethrough]] It was the first evening they had not gone to John's, at least for half an hour. Charles asked her why, [[strikethrough]] and she [[/strikethrough]] "I'm tired, that's all" she said simply. And Charles did not argue with her. When she had turned out the lights and pulled the blankets down and tucked her left arm up under the pillow she thought about John. She knew, and she felt ashamed of herself for admitting it, that he bored her. She had made him so absolutely dependant on her, that he had become a mere robot, a machine stripped of emotions and ideas, a play toy, a [[strikethrough]] shi [[/strikethrough]] silent dog who sits at his masters 349 Friday, December 14, 1928 [[strikethrough]] Coming back to school again after summers which have been filled with the delicious feeling that [[/strikethrough]] feet on a satin cushion, and does not complain of his hunger or his want of exercise as his [[?]] strokes his head. She shuddered a little, and she would be going east soon - making her escape. And John, sitting at the old walnut desk in his room, was pondering at the calendar where a black circle inked the day she was to leave Santa Monica. Four days more. [[strikethrough]] Suddenly [[/strikethrough]] Slowly, [[strikethrough]] as a man walks hesitantly into a court room to have some discus [[/strikethrough]] he reached for a [[strikethrough]] large [[/strikethrough]] thick black pencil on his desk. He drew a circle around a date several weeks back, and he sat back in his chair exhausted. That was the date, he thought, when Charle's sister had left. [[strikethrough]] But now, [[/strikethrough]] That was the date in which a dominating person had entered his life, built a web around him and caught him there, so enchanted with [[strikethrough]] oxy [[/strikethrough]] the rainbow colors of the webs strand that he had failed to see the furry spider inside. And yet - he felt the web still around him, and he knew he could not move, even among its pattern without her aid. He shuddered and walked out the