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Chapter 6
’Youdid,yourLadyship,’hesaid;then,withareturntothevernacular:’butIcannatellyer.’Andhebecameasoldier,inscrutable,onlypalewithannoyance.
Connieturnedtothechild,aruddy,black-hairedthingofnineorten.’Whatisit,dear?Tellmewhyyou’recrying!’shesaid,withtheconventionalizedsweetnesssuitable.Moreviolentsobs,self-conscious.StillmoresweetnessonConnie’spart.
’There,there,don’tyoucry!Tellmewhatthey’vedonetoyou!’...anintensetendernessoftone.Atthesametimeshefeltinthepocketofherknittedjacket,andluckilyfoundasixpence.
’Don’tyoucrythen!’shesaid,bendinginfrontofthechild.’SeewhatI’vegotforyou!’
Sobs,snuffles,afisttakenfromablubberedface,andablackshrewdeyecastforasecondonthesixpence.Thenmoresobs,butsubduing.’There,tellmewhat’sthematter,tellme!’saidConnie,puttingthecoinintothechild’schubbyhand,whichclosedoverit.
’It’sthe...it’sthe...pussy!’
Shuddersofsubsidingsobs.
’Whatpussy,dear?’
Afterasilencetheshyfist,clenchingonsixpence,pointedintothebramblebrake.
’There!’
Connielooked,andthere,sureenough,wasabigblackcat,stretchedoutgrimly,withabitofbloodonit.
’Oh!’shesaidinrepulsion.
’Apoacher,yourLadyship,’saidthemansatirically.
Sheglancedathimangrily.’Nowonderthechildcried,’shesaid,’ifyoushotitwhenshewasthere.Nowondershecried!’
HelookedintoConnie’seyes,laconic,contemptuous,nothidinghisfeelings.
