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’Doesn’t it look pretty!’ she said.
’Pretty as life,’ he replied.
And he stuck a pink campion-bud among the hair.
’There! That’s me where you won’t forget me! That’s Mo-
ses in the bull-rushes.’
’You don’t mind, do you, that I’m going away?’ she asked
wistfully, looking up into his face.
But his face was inscrutable, under the heavy brows. He
kept it quite blank.
’You do as you wish,’ he said.
And he spoke in good English.
’But I won’t go if you don’t wish it,’ she said, clinging to
him.
There was silence. He leaned and put another piece of
wood on the fire. The flame glowed on his silent, abstracted
face. She waited, but he said nothing.
’Only I thought it would be a good way to begin a break
with Clifford. I do want a child. And it would give me a
chance to, to—,’ she resumed.
’To let them think a few lies,’ he said.
’Yes, that among other things. Do you want them to
think the truth?’
’I don’t care what they think.’
’I do! I don’t want them handling me with their unpleas-
ant cold minds, not while I’m still at Wragby. They can
think what they like when I’m finally gone.’
He was silent.
’But Sir Clifford expects you to come back to him?’
’Oh, I must come back,’ she said: and there was silence.

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