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She sat in the dusk, thinking, and he watched her She looked very

lovely in the setting which he hie; she loathed trouble, of any sort And she was, those days, just

a little afraid of that strange, quiet Clayton who seelanced about, at the white

trellises that gleaarden, at the silvery fleur de lis which

was the fountain, at all the lovely things hich Clayton's wealth

had allowed her to surround herself And suddenly she knew she could not

give the," she said fretfully "It

had been so perfect Of course I'h to worry him now," she added, virtuously

Suddenly Rodney stooped and kissed her, alreat surprise he went

Alone in his rooht He saw her, her life filled with s ones He saw her, like a child, clutching one piece

of cake and holding out a hand for another He saw her, taking always,

giving never

"She's not worth it," he muttered

On the way to the station he reflected bitterly over the past year He

did not blaa the first months of it his interest in