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The long silence was broken at last, broken by a little inarticulate sound--half-sigh, half-sob--from Nan.
Peter raised his head and looked at her.

His face was grey.
"God!" he muttered.

"Where were we going ?" He stumbled to the chimneypiece, and, leaning his arms on it, buried his face against them.
Presently she spoke to him, timidly.
"Peter ?" she said.