13/21 I'm weak and cowardly--cowardly." Her breath caught itself and she went on quickly, "Work helps more than anything else. I want to _work_ all the time. Please may I begin the letters now ?" She was bending over her desk when Lord Coombe came in earlier than was his custom. The perfection of his dress, his smooth creaselessness and quiet harmony of color and line seemed actually to add to the aged look of his face. |