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           Whatmanwithasparkofhonourwouldputthisghastlyburdenoflife-responsibilityuponawoman,andleaveherthere,inthevoid?

           Moreover,inhalfanhour’stime,ConnieheardCliffordtalkingtoMrsBolton,inahot,impulsivevoice,revealinghimselfinasortofpassionlesspassiontothewoman,asifshewerehalfmistress,halffoster-mothertohim.AndMrsBoltonwascarefullydressinghimineveningclothes,fortherewereimportantbusinessguestsinthehouse.

           Conniereallysometimesfeltshewoulddieatthistime.Shefeltshewasbeingcrushedtodeathbyweirdlies,andbytheamazingcrueltyofidiocy.Clifford’sstrangebusinessefficiencyinawayover-awedher,andhisdeclarationofprivateworshipputherintoapanic.Therewasnothingbetweenthem.Shenevereventouchedhimnowadays,andhenevertouchedher.Henevereventookherhandandhelditkindly.No,andbecausetheyweresoutterlyoutoftouch,hetorturedherwithhisdeclarationofidolatry.Itwasthecrueltyofutterimpotence.Andshefeltherreasonwouldgiveway,orshewoulddie.

           Shefledasmuchaspossibletothewood.Oneafternoon,asshesatbrooding,watchingthewaterbubblingcoldlyinJohn’sWell,thekeeperhadstrodeuptoher.

           ’Igotyouakeymade,myLady!’hesaid,saluting,andheofferedherthekey.

           ’Thankyousomuch!’shesaid,startled.

           ’Thehut’snotverytidy,ifyoudon’tmind,’hesaid.’IcleareditwhatIcould.’

           ’ButIdidn’twantyoutotrouble!’shesaid.

           ’Oh,itwasn’tanytrouble.Iamsettingthehensinaboutaweek.Buttheywon’tbescaredofyou.