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’
July
and
August
?
’
said
Clifford
.
’
Oh
,
I
wouldn
’
t
stay
all
that
time
.
Are
you
sure
you
wouldn
’
t
come
?
’
’
I
won
’
t
travel
abroad
,
’
said
Clifford
promptly
.
She
took
her
flowers
to
the
window
.
’
Do
you
mind
if
I
go
?
’
she
said
.
’
You
know
it
was
promised
,
for
this
summer
.
’
’
For
how
long
would
you
go
?
’
’
Perhaps
three
weeks
.
’
There
was
silence
for
a
time
.
’
Well
,
’
said
Clifford
slowly
,
and
a
little
gloomily
.
’
I
suppose
I
could
stand
it
for
three
weeks
:
if
I
were
absolutely
sure
you
’
d
want
to
come
back
.
’
’
I
should
want
to
come
back
,
’
she
said
,
with
a
quiet
simplicity
,
heavy
with
conviction
.
She
was
thinking
of
the
other
man
.
Clifford
felt
her
conviction
,
and
somehow
he
believed
her
,
he
believed
it
was
for
him
.
He
felt
immensely
relieved
,
joyful
at
once
.
