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Chapter 5
Buthowcouldsheknowwhatshewouldfeelnextyear?Howcouldoneeverknow?HowcouldonesayYes?foryearsandyears?Thelittleyes,goneonabreath!Whyshouldonebepinneddownbythatbutterflyword?Ofcourseithadtoflutterawayandbegone,tobefollowedbyotheryes’sandno’s!Likethestrayingofbutterflies.
’Ithinkyou’reright,Clifford.AndasfarasIcanseeIagreewithyou.Onlylifemayturnquiteanewfaceonitall.’
’Butuntillifeturnsanewfaceonitall,youdoagree?’
’Ohyes!IthinkIdo,really.’
Shewaswatchingabrownspanielthathadrunoutofaside-path,andwaslookingtowardsthemwithliftednose,makingasoft,fluffybark.Amanwithagunstrodeswiftly,softlyoutafterthedog,facingtheirwayasifabouttoattackthem;thenstoppedinstead,saluted,andwasturningdownhill.Itwasonlythenewgame-keeper,buthehadfrightenedConnie,heseemedtoemergewithsuchaswiftmenace.Thatwashowshehadseenhim,likethesuddenrushofathreatoutofnowhere.
Hewasamanindarkgreenvelveteensandgaiters...theoldstyle,witharedfaceandredmoustacheanddistanteyes.Hewasgoingquicklydownhill.
’Mellors!’calledClifford.
Themanfacedlightlyround,andsalutedwithaquicklittlegesture,asoldier!
’Willyouturnthechairroundandgetitstarted?Thatmakesiteasier,’saidClifford.
Themanatonceslunghisgunoverhisshoulder,andcameforwardwiththesamecuriousswift,yetsoftmovements,asifkeepinginvisible.Hewasmoderatelytallandlean,andwassilent.
