If he loved
her as he thought he did, he ought to want her to be happy. Things
between them were hopeless and wretched. If this clergyman, or
Sloane, or any other man loved her, and he groaned as he thought
how lovable she was, then why not want for her such happiness as
she could find?
He slept badly that night, and for some reason Audrey wove herself
into his dreams of the new plant. The roar of the machinery took
on the soft huskiness of her voice, the deeper note he watched for
and loved.
CHAPTER XLI
Anna Klein stood in her small room and covered her mouth with her
hands, lest she shriek aloud. She knew quite well that the bomb
in the suit-case would not suffice to blow up the whole great
plant. But she knew what the result of its explosion would be.
The shells were not loaded at the Spencer plant. They were shipped
away for that. But the fuses were loaded there, and in the small
brick house at the end of the fuse building there were stored
masses of explosive, enough to destroy a town.
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