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So , when on Saturday morning Don came in heavy-eyed for lack of sleep after the Moore dance , she merely looked up and nodded and went on with her work . But she studied him a dozen times when he did not know she was studying him , and frowned every time he suppressed , with difficulty , a yawn . He appeared tired -- dead tired . For the first time in months she found herself looking forward to the noon hour . She glanced at her watch at eleven-thirty , at eleven-forty-five , and again at five minutes before twelve . To-day she reserved a seat for him in the little lunch-room . But at fifteen minutes past twelve , when Don usually strode in the door , he had not come .