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           Shedidn’tatalllikehissayinghehadbeenmadeuseofbecause,inasense,itwastrue.Butheoughtn’ttohavesaidit.Therefore,again,shewasdividedbetweentwofeelings:resentmentagainsthim,andadesiretomakeitupwithhim.

           Shepassedaveryuneasyandirritatedtea-time,andatoncewentuptoherroom.Butwhenshewasthereitwasnogood;shecouldneithersitnorstand.Shewouldhavetodosomethingaboutit.Shewouldhavetogobacktothehut;ifhewasnotthere,wellandgood.

           Sheslippedoutofthesidedoor,andtookherwaydirectandalittlesullen.Whenshecametotheclearingshewasterriblyuneasy.Buttherehewasagain,inhisshirt-sleeves,stooping,lettingthehensoutofthecoops,amongthechicksthatwerenowgrowingalittlegawky,butweremuchmoretrimthanhen-chickens.

           Shewentstraightacrosstohim.’YouseeI’vecome!’shesaid.

           ’Ay,Iseeit!’hesaid,straighteninghisback,andlookingatherwithafaintamusement.

           ’Doyouletthehensoutnow?’sheasked.

           ’Yes,they’vesatthemselvestoskinandbone,’hesaid.’An’nowthey’renotallthatanxioustocomeoutan’feed.There’snoselfinasittinghen;she’sallintheeggsorthechicks.’

           Thepoormother-hens;suchblinddevotion!eventoeggsnottheirown!Connielookedatthemincompassion.Ahelplesssilencefellbetweenthemanandthewoman.

           ’Shallusgoi’th’’ut?’heasked.

           ’Doyouwantme?’sheasked,inasortofmistrust.

           ’Ay,ifyouwanttocome.’

           Shewassilent.

           ’Comethen!’hesaid.

           Andshewentwithhimtothehut.