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RS. MARTIN sat on the couch, the chapters of Tony's book about her. Drake himself walked nervously about the room. She had been silently tearing out the heart of it for hours, and he had been on the rack, awaiting judgment.

Priscilla came in and out, watching them curiously, but they paid no attention to her. She felt the atmosphere charged with the same excitement that had surrounded Anthony that day she watched him put the finishing touches to the book. Indeed, there was the same strain in her mother's quick breathing, and the way she tossed aside page after page as she read them. Priscilla stood at the door, like a child shut out.

Mrs. Martin read the last word and sat like one in a dream, and Anthony came and stood before her, waiting. She rose slowly