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." She broke off a moment.
"Michael," she said, "what will you do, if there is war ?" He took up her hand that lay on the arm of his chair.
"My darling, how can you ask ?" he said.

"Of course I shall go back to the army." For one moment she gave way.
"No, no," she said.

"You mustn't do that." And then suddenly she stopped.
"My dear, I ask your pardon," she said.

"Of course you will.