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There was no riot in him, no faint stirring of the emotions of
that hour with the mauve book.
There was no suspicion in him that the ways of love change with the
years, that the passions of the forties, when they come, are to
those of the early years as the deep sea to a shallow lake, less
easily roused, infinitely more terrible.
"This girl you spoke about, that was the business you mentioned?"
"Yes." She hesitated. "I could have asked you that over the
telephone, couldn't I? The plain truth is that I've had two bad
months - never mind why, and Christmas was coming, and - I just
wanted to see your perfectly sane and normal face again."
"I wish you'd let me know sooner where you were."
She evaded his eyes.
"I was getting settled, and studying, and learning to knit, and
- oh, I'm the most wretched knitter, Clay! I just stick at it
doggedly. I say to myself that hands that can play golf, and use
a pen, and shoot, and drive a car, have got to learn to knit. But
look here!"
She held up a forlorn looking sock to his amused gaze.


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