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Chapter 3
ButIdon’tthinkit’swrong,doyou?’
’Wrong!GoodGod,no!You’reonlytooinfinitelygoodtome...Icanhardlybearit.’
Heturnedaside,andshesawthatinanothermomenthewouldbesobbing.
’Butweneedn’tletCliffordknow,needwe?’shepleaded.’Itwouldhurthimso.Andifheneverknows,neversuspects,ithurtsnobody.’
’Me!’hesaid,almostfiercely;’he’llknownothingfromme!Youseeifhedoes.Megivemyselfaway!Ha!Ha!’helaughedhollowly,cynically,atsuchanidea.Shewatchedhiminwonder.Hesaidtoher:’MayIkissyourhandandgo?I’llrunintoSheffieldIthink,andlunchthere,ifImay,andbebacktotea.MayIdoanythingforyou?MayIbesureyoudon’thateme?--andthatyouwon’t?’--heendedwithadesperatenoteofcynicism.
’No,Idon’thateyou,’shesaid.’Ithinkyou’renice.’
’Ah!’hesaidtoherfiercely,’I’dratheryousaidthattomethansaidyouloveme!Itmeanssuchalotmore...Tillafternoonthen.I’veplentytothinkabouttillthen.’Hekissedherhandshumblyandwasgone.
’Idon’tthinkIcanstandthatyoungman,’saidCliffordatlunch.
’Why?’askedConnie.
’He’ssuchabounderunderneathhisveneer...justwaitingtobounceus.’
’Ithinkpeoplehavebeensounkindtohim,’saidConnie.
’Doyouwonder?Anddoyouthinkheemployshisshininghoursdoingdeedsofkindness?’
’Ithinkhehasacertainsortofgenerosity.’
’Towardswhom?’
’Idon’tquiteknow.’
’Naturallyyoudon’t.I’mafraidyoumistakeunscrupulousnessforgenerosity.’
Conniepaused.
