SANCTUARY
She paused a moment, and then said tentatively: "To-morrow you will be able to go back to your work."
"Oh—my work," he exclaimed, as if to brush aside an ill-timed pleasantry.
"Are you too tired?"
"No." He rose and began to wander up and down the room. "I'm not tired.—Give me some tea, will you?" He paused before her while she poured the cup, and then, without taking it, turned away to light a cigarette.
"Surely there is still time?" she suggested, with her eyes on him.
"Time? To finish my plans? Oh, yes—there's time. But they're not worth it."
"Not worth it?" She started up, and then dropped back into her seat, ashamed of having betrayed her anxiety. "They are worth as much as they were last week," she said with an attempt at cheerfulness.
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