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Chapter 16
Shecouldnotevenpretendtherewasnothingbetweenherselfandthekeeper.Shelookedattheotherwoman,whostoodsosly,withherheaddropped:yetsomehow,inherfemaleness,anally.
’Ohwell!’shesaid.’Ifitissoitisso.Idon’tmind!’
’Why,you’reallright,myLady!You’veonlybeenshelteringinthehut.It’sabsolutelynothing.’
Theywentontothehouse.ConniemarchedintoClifford’sroom,furiouswithhim,furiouswithhispale,over-wroughtfaceandprominenteyes.
’Imustsay,Idon’tthinkyouneedsendtheservantsafterme,’sheburstout.
’MyGod!’heexploded.’Wherehaveyoubeen,woman,You’vebeengonehours,hours,andinastormlikethis!Whatthehelldoyougotothatbloodywoodfor?Whathaveyoubeenupto?It’shoursevensincetherainstopped,hours!Doyouknowwhattimeitis?You’reenoughtodriveanybodymad.Wherehaveyoubeen?Whatinthenameofhellhaveyoubeendoing?’
’AndwhatifIdon’tchoosetotellyou?’Shepulledherhatfromherheadandshookherhair.
Helookedatherwithhiseyesbulging,andyellowcomingintothewhites.Itwasverybadforhimtogetintotheserages:MrsBoltonhadawearytimewithhim,fordaysafter.Conniefeltasuddenqualm.
Butreally!’shesaid,milder.’AnyonewouldthinkI’dbeenIdon’tknowwhere!Ijustsatinthehutduringallthestorm,andmademyselfalittlefire,andwashappy.’
Shespokenoweasily.Afterall,whyworkhimupanymore!
Helookedathersuspiciously.
Andlookatyourhair!’hesaid;’lookatyourself!’
’Yes!’sherepliedcalmly.
