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"He did not think of me," she reflected defiantly, "I shall not think of

him"

She was asha a ry with hi letters she hadhiht now that she never had

loved him

What about the time when he came back? What would she do then? She

shivered

But Chris, after all, was not to coain The cable was there when she reached her apartment--a cold

statement, irrefutable, final

She had put the flowers on the table and had raised her hands to unpin

her hat when she saw it She read it with a glance first, then slowly,

painfully, her heart contracted as if a hand had squeezed it She stood

very still, not so ht was of re re Natalie and nursing her love for Clay, Chris

had been lying dead somewhere

Chris was dead

She felt very tired, but not faint It see there, full of life, while Chris was dead Such grief