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Dear Honor-- Carter had written in a ragged scrawl unlike his usual firm hand--
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Will you try to forgive me? You are the kindest and least bitter person in the world; I know you can forgive me. But--and this will be harder--can you forget last night? I promise to deserve it, if you will. Will you pretend to yourself that it never happened, and just remember the good days we've had this summer, and that--in spite of my losing my head--I'm your friend, and Jimsy's friend? Will you, Honor?
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Yes,
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Carter got a telegram, said Mildred Lorimer to her husband.
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I wonder what it could have been. Did he say?
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He didn't mention it, said Stephen.
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About those silk shirts which weren't finished, I daresay. Certainly not bad news, by the look of him.
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Mater, he said with an odd air of intense repressed excitement,
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I'm going to show you something, but you must promise me on your honor not to breathe it to a living soul, least of all, Mrs. Lorimer.
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Oh, dearest, gasped his mother,
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I promise faithfully----
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Sh ... Mater! It isn't--exactly--what you think. I can't explain now. But it's a hope; it may--I believe it will, one day--lead to the thing we both want!