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Deborah had not yet stopped work. Again and again she put it off. For in her busy office so many demands both old and new kept pressing in upon her, such unexpected questions and vexing little problems kept cropping up as Deborah tried to arrange her work for the colleague who was to take her place in the spring, that day after day she lingered there -- until one afternoon in March her husband went to her office, gave her an hour to finish up, and then brought her home with him. She had a fit of the blues that night. Allan was called out on a case, and a little while later Roger found his daughter alone in the living room, a book unopened in her lap, her gray eyes glistening with tears. She smiled when she caught sight of him.
"It's so silly! " she muttered unsteadily. "Just my condition, I suppose. I feel as though I had done with school for the remainder of my days! . Better leave me now, dearie," she added. "I'm not very proud of myself tonight -- but I'll be all right in the morning."