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Small fine threads had begun to show themselves at the corners of his
eyes. The lines of repression from the nostrils to the corners of
the mouth seemed deeper. But his invincible look of boyishness
persisted, at that.
There was no awkwardness in Graham's "Morning, dad." He had not
forgotten the night before, but he had already forgiven himself. He
ignored the newspaper at his plate, and dug into his grapefruit.
"Anything new?" he inquired casually.
"You might look and see," Clayton suggested, good-naturedly.
"I'll read going down in the car. Can't stand war news on an empty
stomach. Mother all right this morning?"
"I think she is still sleeping."
"Well, I should say she needs it, after last night. How in the
world we manage, with all the interesting people in the world, to
get together such a dreary lot as that - Lord, it was awful."
Clayton rose and folded his paper.
"The car's waiting," he said. "I'll be ready in five minutes."
He went slowly up the stairs.


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