The December morning was sharp as steel, bright glints cut into his eyes, splintering from store-windows, f The hut was ful of dry cornfodder. There was silverware in rows and rows on the table and a Chinese bowl with roses in the middle of it, and a group of giltstemmed wineglasses at each place. nd going to Chicago and Milwaukee and Kansas City and so many towns that Margie couldn't remember their names.
Paul blushed and put his hands uneasily into his pock-ets, Lord, I'l be glad to get into civvies for keeps, he said seriously. a Chris-tian, aren't you? Have you ever thought that Christ would have been just like them if he hadn't been lucky enough to have been born of decent people . Good old Paul had gone and the girls had gone and he was sitting at a table covered with ciga-rettestubs Dressedup people in overcoats were walking up and down on the clean mosaic pavement.
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