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In the next roo and

closing the drawers of the new bureau, , they need never be separated He would have her always, to

protect and cherish and love

He went outside to her closed door

"Good night, sweetheart," he called softly

"Good night, dear," ca after he was asleep Sara Lee stood at herand listened

to the leaves, so like the feet of weary men on the ruined street over

there

For the first ti she had done She

loved Harvey--but there were many kinds of love There was the love of

Jean for Henri, and there was the wonderful love, though the memory noas cruel and hurt her, of Henri for herself And there was the love of

Marie for the memory of Maurice the spy Many kinds of love; and one

heart ht love many people, in different ways

A s she had for Harvey was

not what she had thought it was over there It was a thing that had

belonged to a certain phase of her life But that phase was over It

was, like Marie's, but a memory

This Harvey of the new car and the increased income and the occasional

hardness in his voice was not the Harvey she had left Or perhaps it