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He ought to play
three times a week. Perhaps he could take a motor-tour now and then,
too. Natalie would like that.
Love? He had not thought about love very much. A married man of
forty-five certainly had no business thinking about love. No, he
certainly did not want love. He felt rather absurd, even thinking
about it. And yet, in the same flash, came a thought of the violent
passions of his early twenties. There had been a time when he had
suffered horribly because Natalie had not wanted to marry him. He
was glad all that was over. No, he certainly did not want love.
He drew a long breath and straightened up.
"How about those plans, Rodney?" he inquired genially. "Natalie
says you have them ready to look over."
"I'll bring them round, any time you say."
"To-morrow, then. Better not lose any time. Building is going to
be a slow matter, at the best."
"Slow and expensive," Page added. He smiled at his host, but
Clayton Spencer remained grave.
"I've been away," he said, "and I don't know what Natalie and you
have cooked up between you.


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