Audrey had a clear picture of
what life with him might mean, of his protection, his tenderness.
She had never known it. Suddenly every bit of her called out for
his care, his quiet strength.
"Don't make me sorry for myself." There were tears in her eyes.
"Will you kiss me, Clay? We might have that to remember."
But they were not to have even that, for the taxicab drew up before
her hotel. It was one of the absurd anti-climaxes of life that
they should part with a hand-clasp and her formal "Thank you for a
lovely evening."
Audrey was the better actor of the two. She went in as casually as
though she had not put the only happiness of her life away from her.
But Clayton Spencer stood on the pavement, watching her in, and all
the tragedy of the empty years ahead was in his eyes.
CHAPTER XXXV
Left alone in her untidy room after Graham's abrupt departure, Anna
Klein was dazed. She stood where he left her, staring ahead. What
had happened meant only one thing to her, that Graham no longer
cared about her, and, if that was true, she did not care to live.
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