"It won't be more than a six-weeks' separation." "Six weeks!" she protested, piteously.
"Perhaps less," he said.

"I may be able to come to you for a day or two in the middle.

Say you will go--and stay, sweetheart! Set my mind at rest!" "But, darling, you may be ill.

A thousand things may happen.

And I couldn't go back to Shamkura.