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"I adood qualities, Clay Heaven knows they are evident

enough But you are the sort people adht he had had a curious sense that old Buckham loved him

Maybe he was the sort men loved and women ad the fire-logs He

felt very tired What was that Buckha, young and strong There would be many

years, and even his row dim

Audrey! Audrey!

From the wall over the mantel Natalie's portrait still surveyed the room

with its delicate coht, he was not the sort tomen, men still plastic, men who had not known shipwreck, and

some such ot up His desk was covered with papers, neatly endorsed by his

secretary He turned out all the lights but his desk la flesh-tones died into the shadows, and he stood for a , renificance Then

he sat down at his desk and took up a bundle of government papers

There was still work Thank God for work