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           Sufficientuntothemomentistheappearanceofreality.

           Cliffordhadquiteanumberoffriends,acquaintancesreally,andheinvitedthemtoWragby.Heinvitedallsortsofpeople,criticsandwriters,peoplewhowouldhelptopraisehisbooks.AndtheywereflatteredatbeingaskedtoWragby,andtheypraised.Connieunderstooditallperfectly.Butwhynot?Thiswasoneofthefleetingpatternsinthemirror.Whatwaswrongwithit?

           Shewashostesstothesepeople...mostlymen.ShewashostessalsotoClifford’soccasionalaristocraticrelations.Beingasoft,ruddy,country-lookinggirl,inclinedtofreckles,withbigblueeyes,andcurling,brownhair,andasoftvoice,andratherstrong,femaleloinsshewasconsideredalittleold-fashionedand’womanly’.Shewasnota’littlepilchardsortoffish’,likeaboy,withaboy’sflatbreastandlittlebuttocks.Shewastoofemininetobequitesmart.

           Sothemen,especiallythosenolongeryoung,wereverynicetoherindeed.But,knowingwhattorturepoorCliffordwouldfeelattheslightestsignofflirtingonherpart,shegavethemnoencouragementatall.Shewasquietandvague,shehadnocontactwiththemandintendedtohavenone.Cliffordwasextraordinarilyproudofhimself.

           Hisrelativestreatedherquitekindly.Sheknewthatthekindlinessindicatedalackoffear,andthatthesepeoplehadnorespectforyouunlessyoucouldfrightenthemalittle.Butagainshehadnocontact.Sheletthembekindlyanddisdainful,sheletthemfeeltheyhadnoneedtodrawtheirsteelinreadiness.Shehadnorealconnexionwiththem.

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