"
"Of course I'm going," he said, truculently.
He meant it, too. He would get Anna settled somewhere - she had
begun to mend - and then he would have it out with Marion and his
mother. But there was no hurry. The war would last a long time.
And so it was that Graham Spencer joined the long line of those
others who had bought a piece of ground, or five yoke of oxen, or
had married a wife.
It was the morning after the pageant that Clayton, going down-town
with him in the car, voiced his expectation that the government
would take over their foreign contracts, and his feeling that, in
that case, it would be a mistake to profit by the nation's
necessities.
"What do you mean, sir?"
"I mean we should take only a small profit. A banker's profit."
Graham had been fairly stunned, and had sat quiet while Clayton
explained his attitude. There were times when big profits were
allowable. There was always the risk to invested capital to
consider. But he did not want to grow fat on the nation's
misfortunes.
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