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She was treo, of course But if the thing coe,

you know"

She eyed him with thinly veiled hostility

"You're hard, Clay," she accused hih

You're proud, too Proud and hard You'd want to be able to say your

son was in the ar about the war,

except to make money out of it What is the war to you, anyhow? You

don't like the English, and as for French--you don't even let ry because he realized the essential truth of

part of what she said He felt no great iravity of the situation rather than its

tragedy He did not like war, any war He saw no reason why men should

kill But this as a fact He had had no hand in its , but it

was nified silence But she was

crying, and I he disliked leaving her in tears Dead as was his love for