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“I’ve been waiting to talk to you like this for five years.”

Looking at him out of the corner of her eye she saw he was frowning and changed her tone.

“What kind of work are you going into, Charley?”

“I don’t know. I’ve got a little money left and I won’t have to do anything for awhile. I don’t seem to fit into business very well.”

“You mean like you fitted into the war.”

“Yes.” He turned to her with a spark of interest. “I belonged to the war. It seems a funny thing to say but I think I’ll always look back to those days as the happiest in my life.”

“I know what you mean,” she said slowly. “Nothing quite so intense or so dramatic will ever happen to our generation again.”

They were silent for a moment. When he spoke again his voice was trembling a little.

“There are things lost in it—parts of me—that I can look for and never find. It was my war in a way, you see, and you can’t quite hate what was your own.” He turned to her suddenly. “Let’s be frank, Diamond Dick—we loved each other once and it seems—seems rather silly to be stalling this way with you.”