There was a
Great Power somewhere, call it what one might, and it dealt out
justice or mercy as one deserved it. On that, of course, had been
built an elaborate edifice of creed and dogma, but curiously enough
it all fell away now. He was, in those night hours, again the boy
who had prayed for fair weather for circus day and had promised in
return to read his Bible through during the next year. And had
done it.
In the daytime, however, he was a man, suffering terribly, and
facing the complexities of his life alone. One thing he knew. This
was decisive. Either, under the stress of a common trouble, he and
Natalie would come together, to make the best they could of the
years to come, or they would be hopelessly alienated.
But that was secondary to Graham. Everything was secondary to
Graham, indeed. He had cabled Audrey, and he drew a long breath
when, on the third day, a cable came from her. She had located
Graham at last. He had been shot in the chest, and there were
pneumonia symptoms.
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