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Will you welcome me back ?" She lay quite still a minute, then sat up straight, stretching out both hands to him, her beautiful, fearless eyes brilliant as rain-washed stars.
"Don't go away," she said--"don't ever go away from our garden again." "No, Eileen." "Is it a promise.

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Philip ?" Her voice fell exquisitely low.
"Yes, a promise.