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She came like the answer to prayer, a little
tired around the eyes, showing the strain of the past weeks, but
with that same easy walk and unconscious elegance that marked her,
always.
She was not alone. There was a tall blonde girl beside her,
hideously dressed, but with a pleasant, shallow face. Just before
they met Audrey stopped and held out her hand.
"Then you'll let me know, Clare?"
"Thank you. I will, indeed, Mrs. Valentine."
With a curious glance at Clayton the girl went on. Audrey smiled
at him.
"Please don't run!" she said. "There are people looking. It would
be so conspicuous."
"Run!" he replied. He stood looking down at her, and at something
in his eyes her smile died.
"It's too wonderful, Clay."
For a moment he could not speak. After all those weeks of hunger
for her there was no power in him to dissemble. He felt a mad,
boyish impulse to hold out his arms to her, Malacca stick, gloves,
and all!
"It's a bit of luck I hadn't expected, Audrey," he said, at last,
unsteadily.


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