Love in a Muddle
I nodded. I couldn't speak.

I nodded. I couldn't speak.

We were staying the night at the Savoy, and Cheneston and I drove there together, mother and father preceding us in another taxi.

We were staying the night at the Savoy, and Cheneston and I drove there together, mother and father preceding us in another taxi.

"Pam," he said, "what were you thinking of to-night?"

"Pam," he said, "what were you thinking of to-night?"

"Just dreaming," I answered.

"Just dreaming," I answered.

"I was thinking that in another week I shall be—out there."

"I was thinking that in another week I shall be—out there."

"Yes," I said; and all the happiness that the music had brought me ebbed from my heart, and left it cold and dark, like a little cellar when the lamps had been extinguished.

"Yes," I said; and all the happiness that the music had brought me ebbed from my heart, and left it cold and dark, like a little cellar when the lamps had been extinguished.

To-morrow at six the battery entrains.

To-morrow at six the battery entrains.

I heard father giving orders for the band to play them off.

I heard father giving orders for the band to play them off.

He is to go too, of course, but mother seems quite philosophic about it. I wonder if when people grow older they lose that sort of sick, gnawing fear that attacks you when you think of someone you care for very much going into danger.

He is to go too, of course, but mother seems quite philosophic about it. I wonder if when people grow older they lose that sort of sick, gnawing fear that attacks you when you think of someone you care for very much going into danger.

If you do I hope I grow 
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