"Shall stay with him,"' she ended, "and shall send daily reports."
Next to his God, he put his faith in Audrey. Almost he prayed to
her.
Dunbar, now a captain in the Military Intelligence Bureau, visiting
him in his office one day, found Clayton's face an interesting study.
Old lines of repression, new ones of anxiety, marked him deeply.
"The boy, of course," he thought. And then reflected that it takes
time to carve such lines as were written in the face of the man
across the desk from him. Time and a woman, he considered shrewdly.
His mind harked back to that dinner in the Spencer house when
diplomatic relations had been broken off with. Germany, and war
seemed imminent. It was the wife, probably. He remembered that
she had been opposed to war, and to the boy's going. There were
such women in the country. There were fewer of them all the time,
but they existed, women who saw in war only sacrifice. Women who
counted no cost too high for peace. If they only hurt themselves
it did not matter, but they could and did do incredible damage.
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