a ring I gave you. I wouldn't hurt you, Pam. Sometimes I could almost fancy you're not like other women—you're not a beastly little actress. I suppose I seem an awful cad sometimes. We can't cry off just now, kid; the Service makes prisoners of us all. I can't leave here, whatever happens, until I go to France with my battery in five weeks' time; and if we pretended things were broken off now our position would be intolerable. We've got to carry on. I'll make the next five weeks as pleasant as ever I can for you." Mother came out as we reached our gate, and Cheneston said good-bye. Mother came out as we reached our gate, and Cheneston said good-bye. She looked at me curiously as we went inside. She looked at me curiously as we went inside. "You funny cold little thing," she said, "never a kiss." "You funny cold little thing," she said, "never a kiss." One of the things that makes me feel frightfully sick is the amount mother and father are spending on clothes for me. One of the things that makes me feel frightfully sick is the amount mother and father are spending on clothes for me. It's rather like an Arabian Nights dream to have a wardrobe full of perfectly adorable frocks, but I feel it's so unfair to let them spend all this money to get me settled when being settled is as remote as it ever has been. It's rather like an Arabian Nights dream to have a wardrobe full of perfectly adorable frocks, but I feel it's so unfair to let them spend all this money to get me settled when being settled is as remote as it ever has been. I try to accept the light and airy "take what the good gods give" philosophy, but I am too aware that it isn't the good gods, it's mother and father who give, on a Major's pay, fully believing their reward will be made concrete in "The Voice that breathed o'er Eden," and the disposing of a singularly plain and unexciting daughter to a handsome young man with pots of money. I try to accept the light and airy "take what the good gods give" philosophy, but I am too aware
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