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Natalie was still sleeping when he went down-stairs. It had been
raining, but a cold wind was covering the pavement with a glaze
of ice. Here and there men in top hats, like himself, were making
their way to Christmas calls. Children clinging to the arms of
governesses, their feet in high arctics, slid laughing on the ice.
A belated florist's wagon was still delivering Christmas plants
tied with bright red bows. The street held more of festivity to
Clayton than had his house. Even the shop windows, as he walked
toward Audrey's unfashionable new neighborhood, cried out their
message of peace. Peace - when there was no peace.
Audrey was alone, but her little room was crowded with gifts and
flowers.
"I was hoping you would come, Clay," she said. "I've had some
visitors, but they're gone. I'll tell them down-stairs that I'm
not at home, and we can really talk."
"That's what I came for."
And when she had telephoned; "I've had a letter from Chris, Audrey."
She read it slowly, and he was surprised, when she finally looked
up, to find tears in her eyes.


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