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THE LIGHT THAT FAILED
CHAP. XIII
sume your own smoke, don't you?' he said on the last evening.
'I—I suppose so. By the way, how long do you think this war will last?'
'Days, weeks, or months. One can never tell. It may go on for years.'
'I wish I were going.'
'Good heavens! You're the most unaccountable creature! Hasn't it occurred to you that you're going to be married—thanks to me?'
'Of course, yes. I'm going to be married—so I am. Going to be married. I'm awfully grateful to you. Haven't I told you that?'
'You might be going to be hanged by the look of you,' said Torpenhow.
And the next day Torpenhow bade him good-bye, and left him to the loneliness he had so much desired.
