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Chapter 12
’Itseemsapity,’shereplied.’Nobodywillcome,willthey?’
’Notunlessit’sonetimeinathousand,butyouneverknow.’
’Andeventhenit’snomatter,’shesaid.’It’sonlyacupoftea.’
’Wherearethespoons?’
Hereachedover,andpulledopenthetabledrawer.Conniesatatthetableinthesunshineofthedoorway.
’Flossie!’hesaidtothedog,whowaslyingonalittlematatthestairfoot.’Goan’hark,hark!’
Heliftedhisfinger,andhis’hark!’wasveryvivid.Thedogtrottedouttoreconnoitre.
’Areyousadtoday?’sheaskedhim.
Heturnedhisblueeyesquickly,andgazeddirectonher.
’Sad!no,bored!IhadtogogettingsummonsesfortwopoachersIcaught,and,ohwell,Idon’tlikepeople.’
Hespokecold,goodEnglish,andtherewasangerinhisvoice.’Doyouhatebeingagame-keeper?’sheasked.
’Beingagame-keeper,no!SolongasI’mleftalone.ButwhenIhavetogomessingaroundatthepolice-station,andvariousotherplaces,andwaitingforalotoffoolstoattendtome...ohwell,Igetmad...’andhesmiled,withacertainfainthumour.
’Couldn’tyoubereallyindependent?’sheasked.
’Me?IsupposeIcould,ifyoumeanmanagetoexistonmypension.Icould!ButI’vegottowork,orIshoulddie.Thatis,I’vegottohavesomethingthatkeepsmeoccupied.AndI’mnotinagoodenoughtempertoworkformyself.It’sgottobeasortofjobforsomebodyelse,orIshouldthrowitupinamonth,outofbadtemper.SoaltogetherI’mverywelloffhere,especiallylately...
