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           Hereallyfelt,whenhehadhisperiodsofenergyandworkedsohardatthequestionofthemines,asifhissexualpotencywerereturning.Conniehadlookedathiminterror.Butshewasquitequick-wittedenoughtousehissuggestionforherownpreservation.Forshewouldhaveachildifshecould:butnothis.

           MrsBoltonwasforamomentbreathless,flabbergasted.Thenshedidn’tbelieveit:shesawinitaruse.Yetdoctorscoulddosuchthingsnowadays.Theymightsortofgraftseed.

           ’Well,myLady,Ionlyhopeandprayyoumay.Itwouldbelovelyforyou:andforeverybody.Myword,achildinWragby,whatadifferenceitwouldmake!’

           ’Wouldn’tit!’saidConnie.

           AndshechosethreeR.A.picturesofsixtyyearsago,tosendtotheDuchessofShortlandsforthatlady’snextcharitablebazaar.Shewascalled’thebazaarduchess’,andshealwaysaskedallthecountytosendthingsforhertosell.ShewouldbedelightedwiththreeframedR.A.s.Shemightevencall,onthestrengthofthem.HowfuriousCliffordwaswhenshecalled!

           Butohmydear!MrsBoltonwasthinkingtoherself.IsitOliverMellors’childyou’repreparingusfor?Ohmydear,thatwouldbeaTevershallbabyintheWragbycradle,myword!Wouldn’tshameit,neither!

           Amongothermonstrositiesinthislumberroomwasalargishblackjapannedbox,excellentlyandingeniouslymadesomesixtyorseventyyearsago,andfittedwitheveryimaginableobject.Ontopwasaconcentratedtoiletset:brushes,bottles,mirrors,combs,boxes,eventhreebeautifullittlerazorsinsafetysheaths,shaving-bowlandall.