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"I love you dreadfully," she whispered.


CHAPTER XXX
February and March were peaceful months, on the surface. Washington
was taking stock quietly of national resources and watching for
Germany's next move. The winter impasse in Europe gave way to the
first fighting of spring, raids and sorties mostly, since the ground
was still too heavy for the advancement of artillery. On the high
seas the reign of terror was in full swing, and little tragic echoes
of the world drama began again to come by cable across the Atlantic.
Some of Graham's friends, like poor Chris, found the end of the path
of glory. The tall young Canadian Highlander died before Peronne in
March. Denis Nolan's nephew was killed in the Irish Fusileers.
One day Clayton came home to find a white-faced Buckham taking his
overcoat in the hall, and to learn that he had lost a young brother.
Clayton was uncomfortable at dinner that night. He wondered what
Buckham thought of them, sitting there around the opulent table, in
that luxurious room.


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