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We were of every race. And the country
was founded and had grown by men who had fled from the quarrels of
Europe. They had come to find peace. Was there any humanitarian
principle in the world strong enough to force them to relinquish
that peace?
Clayton found Audrey in the hall as they moved at last toward the
drawing-room. He was the last of the line of men, and as he paused
before her she touched him lightly on the arm.
"I want to talk to you, Clay. Unless you're going to play."
"I'd rather not, unless you need me."
"I don't. I'm not playing either. And I must talk to some one."
There was something wrong with Audrey. Her usual insouciance was
gone, and her hands nervously fingered the opal beads of her long
necklace.
"What I really want to do," she added, "is to scream. But don't
look like that. I shan't do it. Suppose we go up to Chris's study."
She was always a casual hostess. Having got her parties together,
and having fed them well, she consistently declined further
responsibility.


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