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He
told
her
that
the
date
of
the
Polar
expedition
had
been
put
forward
and
that
he
would
leave
France
in
three
weeks
,
or
a
month
at
latest
.
She
suggested
,
almost
gaily
,
that
he
must
look
upon
the
voyage
with
delight
,
as
a
stage
toward
his
coming
fame
.
And
when
he
replied
that
fame
without
love
was
no
attraction
in
his
eyes
,
she
treated
him
as
a
child
whose
sorrows
were
only
short
-
lived
.
"
How
can
you
speak
so
lightly
of
such
serious
things
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Perhaps
we
shall
never
see
each
other
again
!
I
may
die
during
that
expedition
.
"
"
Or
I
,
"
she
said
simply
.
She
no
longer
smiled
or
jested
.
She
seemed
to
be
thinking
of
some
new
thing
that
had
entered
her
mind
for
the
first
time
.
Her
eyes
were
all
aglow
with
it
.
"
What
are
you
thinking
of
,
Christine
?
"
"
I
am
thinking
that
we
shall
not
see
each
other
again
.
.
.
"
"
And
does
that
make
you
so
radiant
?
"
"
And
that
,
in
a
month
,
we
shall
have
to
say
good
-
by
for
ever
!
"
"
Unless
,
Christine
,
we
pledge
our
faith
and
wait
for
each
other
for
ever
.
"
She
put
her
hand
on
his
mouth
.
