"
"I'll take a taxi."
Grace followed her with uneasy eyes. For years she paid a price
for peace, and not a small price. She had placed her pride on the
domestic altar, and had counted it a worthy sacrifice for Howard's
sake. And she had succeeded. She knew Anthony Cardew had never
forgiven her and would never like her, but he gave her, now and
then, the tribute of a grudging admiration.
And now Lily had come home, a new and different Lily, with her
father's lovableness and his father's obstinacy. Already Grace saw
in the girl the beginning of a passionate protest against things as
they were. Perhaps, had Grace given to Lily the great love of her
life, instead of to Howard, she might have understood her less
clearly. As it was, she shivered slightly as she got into the
limousine.
CHAPTER IX
Lily Cardew inspected curiously the east side neighborhood through
which the taxi was passing. She knew vaguely that she was in the
vicinity of one of the Cardew mills, but she had never visited any
of the Cardew plants. She had never been permitted to do so.
Perhaps the neighborhood would have impressed her more had she not
seen, in the camp, that life can be stripped sometimes to its
essentials, and still have lost very little.
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