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Chapter 8
Hedreadedwitharepulsionalmostofdeath,anyfurtherclosehumancontact.Hewishedaboveallthingsshewouldgoaway,andleavehimtohisownprivacy.Hedreadedherwill,herfemalewill,andhermodernfemaleinsistency.Andaboveallhedreadedhercool,upper-classimpudenceofhavingherownway.Forafterallhewasonlyahiredman.Hehatedherpresencethere.
Conniecametoherselfwithsuddenuneasiness.Sherose.Theafternoonwasturningtoevening,yetshecouldnotgoaway.Shewentovertotheman,whostoodupatattention,hiswornfacestiffandblank,hiseyeswatchingher.
’Itissonicehere,sorestful,’shesaid.’Ihaveneverbeenherebefore.’
’No?’
’IthinkIshallcomeandsitheresometimes.
’Yes?’
’Doyoulockthehutwhenyou’renothere?’
’Yes,yourLadyship.’
’DoyouthinkIcouldhaveakeytoo,sothatIcouldsitheresometimes?Aretheretwokeys?’
’NotasAhknowon,ther’isna.’
Hehadlapsedintothevernacular.Conniehesitated;hewasputtingupanopposition.Wasithishut,afterall?
’Couldn’twegetanotherkey?’sheaskedinhersoftvoice,thatunderneathhadtheringofawomandeterminedtogetherway.
’Another!’hesaid,glancingatherwithaflashofanger,touchedwithderision.
’Yes,aduplicate,’shesaid,flushing.
’’AppenSirClifford’udknow,’hesaid,puttingheroff.
’Yes!’shesaid,’hemighthaveanother.Otherwisewecouldhaveonemadefromtheoneyouhave.Itwouldonlytakeadayorso,Isuppose.Youcouldspareyourkeyforsolong.
