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"You will have your life here. And I shall come back."
"But, Cheetah! How can we be separated?"
"We are separated," he said.
Her eyes became round with astonishment. Then her face puckered.
"Cheetah!" she cried in a voice of soft distress, "I love you. What
do you mean?"
And she staggered forward, tear-blinded, and felt for his neck and
shoulders, so that she might weep in his arms. . . .
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"Don't say we are separated," she whispered, putting her still wet
face close to his.
"No. We're mates," he answered softly, with his arm about her.
"How could we ever keep away from each uvver?" she whispered.
He was silent.
"How COULD we?"
He answered aloud. "Amanda," he said, "I mean to go round the
world."
She disentangled herself from his arm and sat up beside him.
"What is to become of me," she asked suddenly in a voice of despair,
"while you go round the world? If you desert me in London," she
said, "if you shame me by deserting me in London-- If you leave me,
I will never forgive you, Cheetah! Never.
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