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Chapter 5
Cliffordsatinthepalesun,withthelightonhissmooth,ratherblondhair,hisreddishfullfaceinscrutable.
’Imindmore,nothavingason,whenIcomehere,thananyothertime,’hesaid.
’Butthewoodisolderthanyourfamily,’saidConniegently.
’Quite!’saidClifford.’Butwe’vepreservedit.Exceptforusitwouldgo...itwouldbegonealready,liketherestoftheforest.OnemustpreservesomeoftheoldEngland!’
’Mustone?’saidConnie.’Ifithastobepreserved,andpreservedagainstthenewEngland?It’ssad,Iknow.’
’IfsomeoftheoldEnglandisn’tpreserved,there’llbenoEnglandatall,’saidClifford.’Andwewhohavethiskindofproperty,andthefeelingforit,mustpreserveit.’
Therewasasadpause.’Yes,foralittlewhile,’saidConnie.
’Foralittlewhile!It’sallwecando.Wecanonlydoourbit.Ifeeleverymanofmyfamilyhasdonehisbithere,sincewe’vehadtheplace.Onemaygoagainstconvention,butonemustkeepuptradition.’Againtherewasapause.
’Whattradition?’askedConnie.
’ThetraditionofEngland!ofthis!’
’Yes,’shesaidslowly.
’That’swhyhavingasonhelps;oneisonlyalinkinachain,’hesaid.
Conniewasnotkeenonchains,butshesaidnothing.Shewasthinkingofthecuriousimpersonalityofhisdesireforason.
’I’msorrywecan’thaveason,’shesaid.
Helookedathersteadily,withhisfull,pale-blueeyes.
’Itwouldalmostbeagoodthingifyouhadachildbyanotherman,hesaid.’IfwebroughtitupatWragby,itwouldbelongtousandtotheplace.
