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She
followed
him
into
the
scullery
,
and
combed
her
hair
before
the
handbreadth
of
mirror
by
the
back
door
.
Then
she
was
ready
to
go
.
She
stood
in
the
little
front
garden
,
looking
at
the
dewy
flowers
,
the
grey
bed
of
pinks
in
bud
already
.
’
I
would
like
to
have
all
the
rest
of
the
world
disappear
,
’
she
said
,
’
and
live
with
you
here
.
’
’
It
won
’
t
disappear
,
’
he
said
.
They
went
almost
in
silence
through
the
lovely
dewy
wood
.
But
they
were
together
in
a
world
of
their
own
.
It
was
bitter
to
her
to
go
on
to
Wragby
.
’
I
want
soon
to
come
and
live
with
you
altogether
,
’
she
said
as
she
left
him
.
He
smiled
,
unanswering
.
She
got
home
quietly
and
unremarked
,
and
went
up
to
her
room
.
There
was
a
letter
from
Hilda
on
the
breakfast
-
tray
.
’
Father
is
going
to
London
this
week
,
and
I
shall
call
for
you
on
Thursday
week
,
June
17th
.
You
must
be
ready
so
that
we
can
go
at
once
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
waste
time
at
Wragby
,
it
’
s
an
awful
place
.
I
shall
probably
stay
the
night
at
Retford
with
the
Colemans
,
so
I
should
be
with
you
for
lunch
,
Thursday
.
Then
we
could
start
at
teatime
,
and
sleep
perhaps
in
Grantham
.
It
is
no
use
our
spending
an
evening
with
Clifford
.
If
he
hates
your
going
,
it
would
be
no
pleasure
to
him
.
’
