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           Shedidnotwantit,itwasknownandbarren,birthless;theadorationwashertreasure.

           Itwassofathomless,sosoft,sodeepandsounknown.No,no,shewouldgiveupherhardbrightfemalepower;shewaswearyofit,stiffenedwithit;shewouldsinkinthenewbathoflife,inthedepthsofherwombandherbowelsthatsangthevoicelesssongofadoration.Itwasearlyyettobegintofeartheman.

           ’IwalkedoverbyMarehay,andIhadteawithMrsFlint,’shesaidtoClifford.’Iwantedtoseethebaby.It’ssoadorable,withhairlikeredcobwebs.Suchadear!MrFlinthadgonetomarket,sosheandIandthebabyhadteatogether.DidyouwonderwhereIwas?’

           ’Well,Iwondered,butIguessedyouhaddroppedinsomewheretotea,’saidCliffordjealously.Withasortofsecondsighthesensedsomethingnewinher,somethingtohimquiteincomprehensible,butheascribedittothebaby.HethoughtthatallthatailedConniewasthatshedidnothaveababy,automaticallybringoneforth,sotospeak.

           ’Isawyougoacrosstheparktotheirongate,myLady,’saidMrsBolton;’soIthoughtperhapsyou’dcalledattheRectory.’

           ’Inearlydid,thenIturnedtowardsMarehayinstead.’

           Theeyesofthetwowomenmet:MrsBolton’sgreyandbrightandsearching;Connie’sblueandveiledandstrangelybeautiful.MrsBoltonwasalmostsureshehadalover,yethowcoulditbe,andwhocoulditbe?Wherewasthereaman?

           ’Oh,it’ssogoodforyou,ifyougooutandseeabitofcompanysometimes,’saidMrsBolton.