Ill, and wanting her, and unable to ask for
her.
She was, she knew, not quite normal, but the fear gripped and held
her. These big strong men, no one ever looked after them. They
spent their lives caring for others, and were never cared for.
There were times when a sort of exaltation of sacrifice kept her
head high, when the thing she was forced to give up seemed trifling
compared with the men and boys who, some determinedly, some
sheepishly, left the crowd around the borrowed car from which she
spoke, and went into the recruiting station. There was sacrifice
and sacrifice, and there was some comfort in the thought that both
she and Clayton were putting the happiness of others above their own.
They had both, somehow, somewhere, missed the path. But they must
never go back and try to find it.
Delight's visit left her thoughtful. There must be some way to
save Graham. She wondered how much of Clayton's weariness was due
to Graham. And she wondered, too, if he knew of the talk about
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