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           I’llfindherallright.’

           So,aftersomepersuasion,Cliffordallowedhertogo.

           AndsoConniehadcomeuponherinthedrive,aloneandpalelyloitering.

           ’Youmustn’tmindmecomingtolookforyou,myLady!ButSirCliffordworkedhimselfupintosuchastate.Hemadesureyouwerestruckbylightning,orkilledbyafallingtree.AndhewasdeterminedtosendFieldandBettstothewoodtofindthebody.SoIthoughtI’dbettercome,ratherthansetalltheservantsagog.

           Shespokenervously.ShecouldstillseeonConnie’sfacethesmoothnessandthehalf-dreamofpassion,andshecouldfeeltheirritationagainstherself.

           ’Quite!’saidConnie.Andshecouldsaynomore.

           Thetwowomenploddedonthroughthewetworld,insilence,whilegreatdropssplashedlikeexplosionsinthewood.Whentheycametothepark,Conniestrodeahead,andMrsBoltonpantedalittle.Shewasgettingplumper.

           ’HowfoolishofCliffordtomakeafuss!’saidConnieatlength,angrily,reallyspeakingtoherself.

           ’Oh,youknowwhatmenare!Theylikeworkingthemselvesup.Buthe’llbeallrightassoonasheseesyourLadyship.’

           ConniewasveryangrythatMrsBoltonknewhersecret:forcertainlysheknewit.

           SuddenlyConstancestoodstillonthepath.

           ’It’smonstrousthatIshouldhavetobefollowed!’shesaid,hereyesflashing.

           ’Oh!yourLadyship,don’tsaythat!He’dcertainlyhavesentthetwomen,andthey’dhavecomestraighttothehut.Ididn’tknowwhereitwas,really.’

           Connieflusheddarkerwithrage,atthesuggestion.Yet,whileherpassionwasonher,shecouldnotlie.