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 He didn't say anything.

"Promise," she gently insisted. "Anyhow, I'll promise for you. And you'll come back to me, won't you? Yes, you will." She pressed her lips to his cold cheek. "You shall—you must!"

With the same gentle insistence she led him out of the room and through the tiny entrance hall. As if he had been a small child going to a New Year's party she herded him into the taxi.

As she closed the door upon him, she put her head through the lowered window with a little laugh that was almost gay. "Something tells me that Providence is working for us. Promise me, darling, that you'll take a taxi and come straight back home?"

As the taxi began to move she ran beside it.

"Promise?"

"I'll do my best," he muttered as the taxi began to outpace her.