I suppose we 'll go overseas about the middle of July -- we do n't know . '' One week -- only one week more with Walter ! The eyes of youth did not see how she was to go on living . When they turned in at the Ingleside gate Walter stopped in the shadows of the old pines and drew Rilla close to him . `` Rilla-my-Rilla , there were girls as sweet and pure as you in Belgium and Flanders . You -- even you -- know what their fate was . We must make it impossible for such things to happen again while the world lasts . You 'll help me , wo n't you ? '' `` I 'll try , Walter , '' she said . `` Oh , I will try . '' As she clung to him with her face pressed against his shoulder she knew that it had to be . She accepted the fact then and there . He must go -- her beautiful Walter with his beautiful soul and dreams and ideals . And she had known all along that it would come sooner or later . She had seen it coming to her -- coming -- coming -- as one sees the shadow of a cloud drawing near over a sunny field , swiftly and inescapably . Amid all her pain she was conscious of an odd feeling of relief in some hidden part of her soul , where a little dull , unacknowledged soreness had been lurking all winter . No one -- no one could ever call Walter a slacker now . Rilla did not sleep that night . Perhaps no one at Ingleside did except Jims . The body grows slowly and steadily , but the soul grows by leaps and bounds .
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