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What in the world do you think about, Clay,
when you sit with your eyes on nothing? It's a vicious habit."
"Oh, ships and sails and sealing wax and cabbages and kings," he
said, lightly.
That afternoon Natalie slept, and the house took on the tomb-like
quiet of an establishment where the first word in service is silence.
Clay wandered about, feeling an inexpressible loneliness of spirit.
On those days which work did not fill he was always discontented.
He thought of the club, but the vision of those disconsolate groups
of homeless bachelors who gathered there on all festivals that
centered about a family focus was unattractive.
All at once, he realized that, since he had wakened that morning,
he had been wanting to see Audrey. He wanted to talk to her, real
talk, not gossip. Not country houses. Not personalities. Not
recrimination. Such talk as Audrey herself had always led at
dinner parties: of men and affairs, of big issues, of the war.
He felt suddenly that he must talk about the war to some one.


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