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Chapter 6
AndagainConnieflushed;shefeltshehadbeenmakingascene,themandidnotrespecther.
’Whatisyourname?’shesaidplayfullytothechild.’Won’tyoutellmeyourname?’
Sniffs;thenveryaffectedlyinapipingvoice:’ConnieMellors!’
’ConnieMellors!Well,that’sanicename!AnddidyoucomeoutwithyourDaddy,andheshotapussy?Butitwasabadpussy!’
Thechildlookedather,withbold,darkeyesofscrutiny,sizingherup,andhercondolence.
’IwantedtostopwithmyGran,’saidthelittlegirl.
’Didyou?ButwhereisyourGran?’
Thechildliftedanarm,pointingdownthedrive.’Atth’cottidge.’
’Atthecottage!Andwouldyouliketogobacktoher?’
Sudden,shudderingquiversofreminiscentsobs.’Yes!’
’Comethen,shallItakeyou?ShallItakeyoutoyourGran?ThenyourDaddycandowhathehastodo.’Sheturnedtotheman.’Itisyourlittlegirl,isn’tit?’
Hesaluted,andmadeaslightmovementoftheheadinaffirmation.
’IsupposeIcantakehertothecottage?’askedConnie.
’IfyourLadyshipwishes.’
Againhelookedintohereyes,withthatcalm,searchingdetachedglance.Amanverymuchalone,andonhisown.
’Wouldyouliketocomewithmetothecottage,toyourGran,dear?’
Thechildpeepedupagain.’Yes!’shesimpered.
Conniedislikedher;thespoilt,falselittlefemale.Neverthelessshewipedherfaceandtookherhand.Thekeepersalutedinsilence.
’Goodmorning!’saidConnie.
