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Here am I, serving Clayton's
cigarets - I don't know why I pick on you, Clay. The rest are
just as bad. You're the most conspicuous, that's all."
Natalie evidently felt that the situation required saving.
"I'm sure we all send money over," she protested. "To the Belgians
and all that. And if they want things we have to sell - "
"Oh, yes, I know all that," Audrey broke in, rather wearily. "I
know. We're the saviors of the Belgians, and we've given a lot of
money and shiploads of clothes. But we're not stopping the war.
And it's got to be stopped!"
Clayton watched her. Somehow what she had just said seemed to
crystallize much that he had been feeling. The damnable butchery
ought to be stopped.
"Right, Audrey," he supported her. "I'd give up every prospect I
have if the thing could be ended now."
He meant it then. He might not have meant it, entirely, to-morrow
or the day after. But he meant it then. He glanced down the table,
to find Natalie looking at him with cynical amusement.


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