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"I'm sorry, Clay I know I am just reckless to-day You know I am

reckless It's my vice But sometimes--we'd better talk about the mill"

But he could not talk about thein

silence, and after a little he felt her touch his arm

"Wouldn't it be better just to have it out?" she asked, wistfully "That

wouldn't hurt anybody, would it?"

"I'm afraid, Audrey"

"I'm not," she said proudly "I sometimes think--oh, I think such a lot

these days--that if we talked these things over, I'd recover my--friend

I've lost him now, you see And I'm so horribly lonely, Clay"

"Lost him!"

"Lost hiained

anything It didn't hurt anybody for us to meet now and then, Clay You

know that I wish you would understand," she added is as they were I want you to cos, and I miss that

Plenty of people come, but that's different It's only your occasional