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And finding her interested, he told
her of England's women workers, in their khaki-colored overalls and
caps, and of the convent-like silence and lack of movement in the
filling-sheds, where one entered with rubber-shod feet, and the
women, silent and intent, sat all day and all night, with queer
veils over their faces, filling shells with the death load.
Audrey listened, her hands clasped behind her head.
"If other women can do that sort of thing, why can't I, Clay?"
"Nonsense."
"But why? I'm intelligent."
"It's not work for a lady."
"Lady! How old-fashioned you are! There are no ladies any more.
Just women. And if we aren't measured by our usefulness instead
of our general not-worth-a-damn-ness, well, we ought to be. Oh,
I've had time to think, lately."
He was hardly listening. Seeing her, after all those weeks, had
brought him a wonderful feeling of peace. The little room, with
its fire, was cozy and inviting. But he was quite sure, looking
down at her, that he was not in danger of falling in love with her.


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