"And he told me he had decided to ask Stillwater to stay on." Margaret gave the clipping to Grant.

"Give it to him," she said and started toward the house.
Craig sprang before her.

"Margaret," he cried, "can you blame me ?" "No," said she, and there was no pose in her manner now; it was sincerely human.

"I pity you." She waved him out of her path and, with head bent, he obeyed her.
The two men gazed after her.

Arkwright was first to speak: "Well, you've got what you wanted." Craig slowly lifted his circled, bloodshot eyes to Arkwright.