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           Ispoilther.AndI’mverymistrustful.You’llhavetoexpectit.Ittakesalottomakemetrustanybody,inwardly.SoperhapsI’mafraudtoo.Imistrust.Andtendernessisnottobemistaken.’

           Shelookedathim.

           ’Youdon’tmistrustwithyourbody,whenyourbloodcomesup,’shesaid.’Youdon’tmistrustthen,doyou?’

           ’No,alas!That’showI’vegotintoallthetrouble.Andthat’swhymymindmistrustssothoroughly.’

           ’Letyourmindmistrust.Whatdoesitmatter!’

           Thedogsighedwithdiscomfortonthemat.Theash-cloggedfiresank.

           ’Weareacoupleofbatteredwarriors,’saidConnie.

           ’Areyoubatteredtoo?’helaughed.’Andherewearereturningtothefray!’

           ’Yes!Ifeelreallyfrightened.’

           ’Ay!’

           Hegotup,andputhershoestodry,andwipedhisownandsetthemnearthefire.Inthemorninghewouldgreasethem.Hepokedtheashofpasteboardasmuchaspossibleoutofthefire.’Evenburnt,it’sfilthy,’hesaid.Thenhebroughtsticksandputthemonthehobforthemorning.Thenhewentoutawhilewiththedog.

           Whenhecameback,Conniesaid:

           ’Iwanttogoouttoo,foraminute.’

           Shewentaloneintothedarkness.Therewerestarsoverhead.Shecouldsmellflowersonthenightair.Andshecouldfeelherwetshoesgettingwetteragain.Butshefeltlikegoingaway,rightawayfromhimandeverybody.

           Itwaschilly.Sheshuddered,andreturnedtothehouse.Hewassittinginfrontofthelowfire.

           ’Ugh!Cold!’sheshuddered.

           Heputthesticksonthefire,andfetchedmore,tilltheyhadagoodcracklingchimneyfulofblaze.