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’And would you have a child in Wragby?’ he asked.
She closed her arm round his neck.
’If you wouldn’t take me away, I should have to,’ she said.
’Take you where to?’
’Anywhere! away! But right away from Wragby.’
’When?’
’Why, when I come back.’
’But what’s the good of coming back, doing the thing
twice, if you’re once gone?’ he said.
’Oh, I must come back. I’ve promised! I’ve promised so
faithfully. Besides, I come back to you, really.’
’To your husband’s game-keeper?’
’I don’t see that that matters,’ she said.
’No?’ He mused a while. ‘And when would you think of
going away again, then; finally? When exactly?’
’Oh, I don’t know. I’d come back from Venice. And then
we’d prepare everything.’
’How prepare?’
’Oh, I’d tell Clifford. I’d have to tell him.’
’Would you!’
He remained silent. She put her arms round his neck.
’Don’t make it difficult for me,’ she pleaded.
’Make what difficult?’
’For me to go to Venice and arrange things.’
A little smile, half a grin, flickered on his face.
’I don’t make it difficult,’ he said. ‘I only want to find out
just what you are after. But you don’t really know yourself.
You want to take time: get away and look at it. I don’t blame
you. I think you’re wise. You may prefer to stay mistress of

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