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"Your promotion came just in time, didn't it? Talk about luck! We
ought to hear from Washington before Saturday and know that our
jobs are cinched. This uncertainty is fierce for me. You know I
have a wife and kid, and it means a lot. When you give Cortlandt
that watch you'll have to present him with a loving-cup from the
rest of us. I think it's coming to him, don't you?"
"I--I'd rather you presented it."
"Not much! I can run trains, but I can't engineer social
functions. You'll have to be spokesman. I suppose jobs and
increased salaries and preferments, and all that, don't count for
much with a young fellow who is engaged to the fabulous Miss
Garavel, but with the Runnels family it's different. Meanwhile,
let's just hold our thumbs till our promotions are ratified from
headquarters. I need that position, and I'm dying of uneasiness."
The night had been as hard for Edith Cortlandt as it had been for
Kirk, but during its sleepless hours she had reached a
determination. She was not naturally revengeful, but it was
characteristic of her that she could not endure failure. Action,
not words or tears, was the natural outlet of her feelings. There
was just one possible way of winning Kirk back, and if instead it
ruined him she would be only undoing what she had mistakenly done.
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