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           Andsomanywomenarelikethat;andmen.Buttheearth...!

           Therainwasabating.Itwashardlymakingdarknessamongtheoaksanymore.Conniewantedtogo;yetshesaton.Butshewasgettingcold;yettheoverwhelminginertiaofherinnerresentmentkeptherthereasifparalysed.

           Ravished!Howravishedonecouldbewithouteverbeingtouched.Ravishedbydeadwordsbecomeobscene,anddeadideasbecomeobsessions.

           Awetbrowndogcamerunninganddidnotbark,liftingawetfeatherofatail.Themanfollowedinawetblackoilskinjacket,likeachauffeur,andfaceflushedalittle.Shefelthimrecoilinhisquickwalk,whenhesawher.Shestoodupinthehandbreadthofdrynessundertherusticporch.Hesalutedwithoutspeaking,comingslowlynear.Shebegantowithdraw.

           ’I’mjustgoing,’shesaid.

           ’Wasyerwaitin’togetin?’heasked,lookingatthehut,notather.

           ’No,Ionlysatafewminutesintheshelter,’shesaid,withquietdignity.

           Helookedather.Shelookedcold.

           ’SirClifford’adn’tgotnootherkeythen?’heasked.

           ’No,butitdoesn’tmatter.Icansitperfectlydryunderthisporch.Goodafternoon!’Shehatedtheexcessofvernacularinhisspeech.

           Hewatchedherclosely,asshewasmovingaway.Thenhehitcheduphisjacket,andputhishandinhisbreechespocket,takingoutthekeyofthehut.

           ’’Appenyer’dbetter’avethiskey,an’Ahminfendfort’bodssomeotherroad.’

           Shelookedathim.

           ’Whatdoyoumean?’sheasked.

           ’Imeanas’appenAhcanfindanutherpleeceas’llduforrearin’th’pheasants.