That is just
the way I would feel about it. You must see that. If you care
for me at all, you'll take it."
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The editor of the Sunday Supplement put his toothpick behind his
ear and fixed Condy with his eyeglasses.
"Well, it's like this, Rivers," he said. "Of course, you know
your own business best. If you stay on here with us, it will be
all right. But I may as well tell you that I don't believe I can
hold your place for a month. I can't get a man in here to do your
work for just a month, and then fire him out at the end of that
time. I don't like to lose you, but if you have an opportunity to
get in on another paper during this vacation of yours, you're at
liberty to do so, for all of me."
"Then you think my chance of coming back here would be pretty slim
if I leave for a month now?"
"That's right."
There was a silence. Condy hesitated; then he rose.
"I'll take the chance," he announced.
To Blix, that evening, as he told her of the affair, he said:
"It's neck or nothing now, Blix."
Chapter XII
But did Blix care for him?
In the retired corner of his club, shut off by the Japanese
screen, or going up and down the city to and from his work, or
sitting with her in the bay window of the little dining-room
looking down upon the city, blurred in the twilight or radiant
with the sunset, Condy asked himself the question. A score of
times each day he came to a final, definite, negative decision;
and a score of times reopened the whole subject.
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