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ill too shy to bid him stay. "Perhaps you'd better go," she agreed. "But, Guy, come back for my birthday." "As if I should stay away for that! Pauline, will you write to me? At least in letters you won't be shy to say you love me." "Oh no, Guy, no. My writing is so horrid." "But you must write. Pauline, if you want to know why I'm really going away, it's simply to have a letter from you." "You must write to me first then," she whispered. In truth Pauline felt terrified to think how she would ever begin a letter to Guy. He would cease to love her any more after she had written to him. He would hate her stupid letters. "I shall be glad to see Michael again," said Guy. "But I suppose I must not say anything about you. No, I won't talk about you. Oxford will be wonderfully quiet without undergraduates, and I shall have letters from you." Mrs. Grey came out into the garden. "Now, Guy, I think you ought to go. Because really the Rector is getting worried about you and Pauline." "I'm going into Oxford, Mrs. Grey." "Well, that is a charming idea--charming, yes." "But I'll be back for Pauline's birthday." "Charming--charming," Mrs. Grey still declared. "The Rector will have forgotten all about it by then." So Guy left Pauline for a week, and perhaps for more than a week. Margaret and Monica came home next day, and really, she thought, it was upsetting all the old ways of her life when she found herself not very much interested in what they had been doing. Miss Verney with her ecstatic praise of Guy was better company; but next morning her first love-letter arrived, and she could not resist peeping into it at breakfast. 99 ST. GILES, OXFORD, _April 18th_. MY ADORED PAULINE,--It's really all I can do to stay in Oxford. Even Fane seems dull, and though his rooms are jolly, I long for you. Have I told you what you are to me? Have I once been able to tell you.... Ah, there were pages crammed full and full of words that she must read alone. She could not read them here with her mother and sisters looking at her over the table. She must read them high in her white fastness at the top of the house. There all the morning she sat, and when she had read of his love once, she read of it again and then again, and once again. How foolish her answering letter would be; how disappointed Guy would be; but since she had promised, she must write to him; and, sitting at her d
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