It was
cheap. It was terrible. It was - dirty.
"Good night," he said, and tried to kiss her. But she turned her
face away. She stood listening to his steps on the stairs as he
went down, steps that mingled and were lost in the steady tramp of
the soldiers' feet in the street below.
CHAPTER XXXIV
With his many new problems following the declaration of war,
Clayton Spencer found a certain peace. It was good to work hard.
It was good to fill every working hour, and to drop into sleep at
night too weary for consecutive thought.
Yet had he been frank with himself he would have acknowledged that
Audrey was never really out of his mind. Back of his every
decision lay his desire for her approval. He did not make them
with her consciously in his mind, but he wanted her to know and
understand, In his determination, for instance, to offer his shells
to the government at a nominal profit, there was no desire to win
her approbation.
It was rather that he felt her behind him in the decision.
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