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Chapter 5
Hewasawareofher.
’Ohno,notheavy!’hesaidquickly.Thenhisvoicedroppedagainintothebroadsoundofthevernacular:’Goodmornin’toyourLadyship!’
’Whoisyourgame-keeper?’Connieaskedatlunch.
’Mellors!Yousawhim,’saidClifford.
’Yes,butwheredidhecomefrom?’
’Nowhere!HewasaTevershallboy...sonofacollier,Ibelieve.’
’Andwasheacollierhimself?’
’Blacksmithonthepit-bank,Ibelieve:overheadsmith.Buthewaskeeperherefortwoyearsbeforethewar...beforehejoinedup.Myfatheralwayshadagoodopinionofhim,sowhenhecameback,andwenttothepitforablacksmith’sjob,Ijusttookhimbackhereaskeeper.Iwasreallyverygladtogethim...itsalmostimpossibletofindagoodmanroundhereforagamekeeper...anditneedsamanwhoknowsthepeople.’
’Andisn’themarried?’
’Hewas.Buthiswifewentoffwith...withvariousmen...butfinallywithacollieratStacksGate,andIbelieveshe’slivingtherestill.’
’Sothismanisalone?’
’Moreorless!Hehasamotherinthevillage...andachild,Ibelieve.’
CliffordlookedatConnie,withhispale,slightlyprominentblueeyes,inwhichacertainvaguenesswascoming.Heseemedalertintheforeground,butthebackgroundwasliketheMidlandsatmosphere,haze,smokymist.Andthehazeseemedtobecreepingforward.SowhenhestaredatConnieinhispeculiarway,givingherhispeculiar,preciseinformation,shefeltallthebackgroundofhismindfillingupwithmist,withnothingness.Anditfrightenedher.Itmadehimseemimpersonal,almosttoidiocy.
