He was gone where no letters could reach him for months, perhaps for years, to come.
“Suppose I do mean to write to him again,” I said at last. “What then, Laura?”
Her cheek grew burning hot against my neck, and her arms trembled and tightened round me.
“Don’t tell him about THE TWENTY-SECOND,” she whispered. “Promise, Marian—pray promise you will not even mention my name to him when you write next.”
I gave the
He was gone where no letters could reach him for months, perhaps for years, to come.
“Suppose I do mean to write to him again,” I said at last. “What then, Laura?”
Her cheek grew burning hot against my neck, and her arms trembled and tightened round me.
“Don’t tell him about THE TWENTY-SECOND,” she whispered. “Promise, Marian—pray promise you will not even mention my name to him when you write next.”
I gave the
