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She looked up at him timidly.

"You don't want to be friends, then?"

"No. A thousand times, no," he said violently. Then, more gently: "I'm

making a fool of myself. I want your peace and good will, Elizabeth. God

knows I need them."

"You frighten me, Dick," she said, slowly. "I didn't come to bring

forgiveness, if that is what you mean. I came--"

"Don't tell me you came to ask it. That would be more than I can bear."

"Will you listen to me for a moment, Dick? I am not good at explaining

things, and I'm nervous. I suppose you can see that." She tried to smile

at him. "A--a little work, a sleep, a little love, that's life, isn't

it?"

He was watching her intently.

"Work and trouble, and a long sleep at the end for which let us be duly

thankful--that's life, too. Love? Not every one gets love."

Hopelessness and despair overwhelmed her. He was making it hard for her.

Impossible. She could not go on.

"I did not come with peace," she said tremulously, "but if you don't

want it--" She rose. "I must say this, though, before I go. I blame

myself. I don't blame you. You are wrong if you think I came to forgive

you."

She was stumbling toward the door.

"Elizabeth, what did bring you?"

She turned to him, with her hand on the door knob. "I came because I

wanted to see you again."

He strode after her and catching her by the arm, turned her until he

faced her.

"And why did you want to see me again? You can't still care for me.

You know the story. You know I was here and didn't see you. You've seen

Leslie Ward. You know my past. What you don't know--"

He looked down into her eyes. "A little work, a little sleep, a little

love," he repeated. "What did you mean by that?"

"Just that," she said simply. "Only not a little love, Dick. Maybe you

don't want me now. I don't know. I have suffered so much that I'm not

sure of anything."

"Want you!" he said. "More than anything on this earth."

Bassett was at his desk in the office. It was late, and the night

editor, seeing him reading the early edition, his feet on his desk,

carried over his coffee and doughnuts and joined him.