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She freed her hands

"So we couldn't even have one happy evening!" she said "I won't quarrel

with you, Clay And I won't be tragic over Grahaht"

She went into her bedroo

behind her, and closed the door

Clayton had a visitor the nextat the mill, a man named Dunbar,

whoof his business with

the head of the concern, the words, "Private and confidential"

Clayton, looking up, saw a se for him,

and with ears that projected wide on either side of a shrewd, rather

humorous face

"Mr Spencer?"

"Yes Sit down, please"

Even through the closedthe noise of the ine whistled shrilly The clatter of motor-trucks, the far away

roar of the furnaces, the immediate vicinity of many typewriters, made a

very bedlam of sound Mr Dunbar drew his chair closer, and laid a card

on the desk

"My credentials," he explained

Clayton read the card

"Very well, Mr Dunbar What can I do for you?"

Dunbar fixed hiht eyes, and bent forward