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"But we're not!" she protested. "And we never will be, if you don't
promise not to speak of it again until--until I tell you to!"
"I won't promise that," said the happy George. "I'll only promise not
to speak of it till the next time you call me 'dear'; and you've
promised to call me that the night before I leave for my senior year."
"Oh, but I didn't!" she said earnestly, then hesitated. "Did I?"
"Didn't you?"
"I don't think I meant it," she murmured, her wet lashes flickering
above troubled eyes.
"I know one thing about you," he said gayly, his triumph increasing.
"You never went back on anything you said, yet, and I'm not afraid of
this being the first time!"
"But we mustn't let--" she faltered; then went on tremulously,
"George, we've got on so well together, we won't let this make a
difference between us, will we?" And she joined in his laughter.
"It will all depend on what you tell me the night before I go away.
You agree we're going to settle things then, don't you, Lucy?"
"I don't promise.


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