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"Then," returned Joyselle very quietly, "I will kill him."
And she could have laughed aloud.
"You will tell Theo?" she asked, picking up her gloves.
"No, I will not. I cannot. And you shall not go. Or, yes--Brigit--you
shall go--with me. If you will not marry him, then there is nothing
between us. I have fought, I have done my best, but I can bear no more.
We will go, you and I----"
Catching her in his arms he held her close, whispering incoherent,
broken words in her ear, while the little yellow dog, thinking it was a
game, snapped playfully at her trailing skirts.
"You will go with me, my woman? You and I alone, all alone? For ever and
ever and ever?"
And putting her arms round his neck she answered, "Yes, I will go with
you. For ever."
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Brigit Mead did not go to bed at all that night. All night she worked in
her little flat making her plans, packing, and writing letters.
She had burnt her boats and the relief was great. Having broken with her
mother, there was no need for her to write to Kingsmead. To Tommy she
sent a note, saying that she was going away, but would write soon and
explain.
To Pam Lensky she wrote a rather long letter, for there were some few
things she wanted made clear.
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