If you
- like a man, you want him to do the right thing because he wants
to, not because a girl asks him to."
"I wonder," Audrey said, slowly, "if he's worth it, Delight?"
"Worth what?" She was startled.
"Worth your - worth our worrying about him."
But she did not need Delight's hasty and flushed championship of
Graham to tell her what she already knew.
After she had gone, Audrey sat alone in her empty rooms and faced
a great temptation. She was taking herself out of Clayton's life.
She knew that she would be as lost to him among the thousands of
workers in the munition plant as she would have been in Russia.
According to Clare, he rarely went into the shops themselves, and
never at night.
Of course "out of his life" was a phrase. They would meet again.
But not now, not until they had had time to become resigned to what
they had already accepted. The war would not last forever. And
then she thought of their love, which had been born and had grown,
always with war at its background.
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