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CHAPTER TEN

‘A LAN was sitting beside the fireplace as Emily entered the house, paused with her back against the closed door. Eric's car roared away. “Oh—Hello, honey,” Alan said, glancing up. “Why didn’t Eric come in?” “He had to get back to the dam,” Emily answered. “We didn’t know you were here.” : “I was waiting for you. Did you have a good time?” Emily walked to him, sat on the | floor beside his chair, so that she could rest her head on his knee. | His fingers caressed her cheek. She did not answer. 8 “Grandma Frank had a bad fall,” Alan went on. “We were able to | set the break all right, but she may : not pull through. She's 80, you HOLD EVERYTHING know.” ’ _ “Uh-huh,” Emily replied, vacantly. “I'm not interested in Grandma HERE-) Frank, Alan.” Emily sat up straight. ; es STATUE 'S, “iL. 2 ot SAW HER--“What have you done about the St. : mY 7 = ” _ Z z= SW > 2 : Louis offer?” Zs aw ” Wh 0 0 “Oh, that. Why — nothing, yet, 7Z dear. Why do you ask?” “What are you going to do about it?” “To tell you the truth, Emily, I haven't thought much about it. Been too busy. Ill write Peterson { / hs tomorrow—or the next day or so.| |. ed ; Wns What’s the matter, honey? Don’t ¢ : : <r A bo ee worry your pretty head about it.” 7 : f | 2 lid in » ” » ” he 4 Dd a ’ = Al Wl i 6 y 3 % % . J / : 77 md rr WL “YA7ONT you write Dr. Peter NJ TTIW son tomorrow, tell him you'll take the position? ” She turned her face to his. “For me, Alan.” “For you? I don’t understand.” “For me. For us. Before it’s too late. Alan . . . Alan darling, we must go back to St. Louis.” Her face was against his knee again; sobs shook her body. Alan sat on the floor beside her, turned ORDER her chin so that he could look at TT her. SHR “It’s this town, Alan. It’s doing : : 4 A) something to us.” She stifled her R% : ! : y— z a Ea JF =" sobs. “It’s not the same. It never| [i § f g i ; <) : | = ~~ has been the same. Let's go back J > ie . : : 4 = \- A NN before it’s too late.” —= i

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in our home, in anything we do. You don’t care about parties, about friends. Youre never at home. You're gone in the morning before I'm awake. Sometimes you get home for lunch, usually not. I've eaten so many dinners alone I almost have to tell Herminia to set your place. “All you think about are your patients—this one’s appendix, that one’s stomach. Somebody else's baby—" “But I like it here. My father was a country doctor. That's all I want to be. I can’t do anything greater than bring these people medical care—to the best of my ability. We have everything we want. That’s all I ask.” : That was it — content to be a country doctor, content to worry about the aches and pains of all of these people; content to live in a, bygone era. “That's not all I ask,” Emily continued. “I'm tired of being alone, of never knowing when I'll see you. I hate going places, and either rushing home before the party is over, or coming home with someone else. I can’t stand it. I won’t stand it.” “Emily, youre just getting yourself disturbed without cause,” Alan’s voice was gentle. “I'll admit I haven’t been very considerate of 3 ¥ » 3 \ you, but I have been awfully busy. 7 Be , i»

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MILY did not answer. At last she rose to her feet, seated herself in a chair. Her hand shook a little as she lighted a cigaret. “Eric Kane is in love with me, Alan.” She spoke calmly, slowly, as if selecting each word. Alan turned quickly. It was as if someone had struck him. “He just kissed me, there in the car.” She could see his lips compress into a thin line, see his jaw set, see his eyes grow narrower and darker. He was quiet, and cool, deadly cool. He could have killed Eric in that same terrifying calmness. “He’s gone, and he won’t come back,” Emily went on. “He'd better not,” Alan answered grimly. “He’s gone because he was your friend, because he would not betray the faith you placed in him. He's fine, Alan. He left even though he could see—" “Even though he could see what?” “What you can’t. That you're losing your wife. That you and your eternal medicine, your _ thoughtlessness, are killing our love. “I don’t love Eric. There was| nothing wrong in his loving me. He's been in love with me ever since the first time we met. He didn’t tell me so, but I know. Don’t hate Eric. The kiss was as much my fault as his—and it meant nothing. «I love you, Alan. I'm your wife. I've done nothing to deceive you. You forced Eric and me to be together. You left me with him. If you blame anyone, blame yourself. © «A thousand Erics couldn't make me stop loving you. There's only

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true to him, that she still loved him, Alan did not doubt. Coming to Sumner hadn't been easy for her; giving up all the pleasures, all the fun, all the friends she had known. That hdd been her battle. His paitents. How they . depended on him, how they trusted him, believed in his ability. In his care for them had he forgotten

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