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Time
went
on
Whatever
happened
,
nothing
happened
,
because
she
was
so
beautifully
out
of
contact
.
She
and
Clifford
lived
in
their
ideas
and
his
books
.
She
entertained
.
.
.
there
were
always
people
in
the
house
.
Time
went
on
as
the
clock
does
,
half
past
eight
instead
of
half
past
seven
.
Connie
was
aware
,
however
,
of
a
growing
restlessness
.
Out
of
her
disconnexion
,
a
restlessness
was
taking
possession
of
her
like
madness
.
It
twitched
her
limbs
when
she
didn
’
t
want
to
twitch
them
,
it
jerked
her
spine
when
she
didn
’
t
want
to
jerk
upright
but
preferred
to
rest
comfortably
.
It
thrilled
inside
her
body
,
in
her
womb
,
somewhere
,
till
she
felt
she
must
jump
into
water
and
swim
to
get
away
from
it
;
a
mad
restlessness
.
It
made
her
heart
beat
violently
for
no
reason
.
And
she
was
getting
thinner
.
It
was
just
restlessness
.
She
would
rush
off
across
the
park
,
abandon
Clifford
,
and
lie
prone
in
the
bracken
.
To
get
away
from
the
house
.
.
.
she
must
get
away
from
the
house
and
everybody
.
The
work
was
her
one
refuge
,
her
sanctuary
.
But
it
was
not
really
a
refuge
,
a
sanctuary
,
because
she
had
no
connexion
with
it
.
It
was
only
a
place
where
she
could
get
away
from
the
rest
.
She
never
really
touched
the
spirit
of
the
wood
itself
.
.
.
if
it
had
any
such
nonsensical
thing
.
Vaguely
she
knew
herself
that
she
was
going
to
pieces
in
some
way
.
Vaguely
she
knew
she
was
out
of
connexion
:
she
had
lost
touch
with
the
substantial
and
vital
world
.
Only
Clifford
and
his
books
,
which
did
not
exist
.
.
.
which
had
nothing
in
them
!
Void
to
void
.
Vaguely
she
knew
.
But
it
was
like
beating
her
head
against
a
stone
.
Her
father
warned
her
again
:
’
Why
don
’
t
you
get
yourself
a
beau
,
Connie
?
Do
you
all
the
good
in
the
world
.
’
That
winter
Michaelis
came
for
a
few
days
.
He
was
a
young
Irishman
who
had
already
made
a
large
fortune
by
his
plays
in
America
.
He
had
been
taken
up
quite
enthusiastically
for
a
time
by
smart
society
in
London
,
for
he
wrote
smart
society
plays
.
Then
gradually
smart
society
realized
that
it
had
been
made
ridiculous
at
the
hands
of
a
down
-
at
-
heel
Dublin
street
-
rat
,
and
revulsion
came
.
Michaelis
was
the
last
word
in
what
was
caddish
and
bounderish
.
He
was
discovered
to
be
anti
-
English
,
and
to
the
class
that
made
this
discovery
this
was
worse
than
the
dirtiest
crime
.
He
was
cut
dead
,
and
his
corpse
thrown
into
the
refuse
can
.
Nevertheless
Michaelis
had
his
apartment
in
Mayfair
,
and
walked
down
Bond
Street
the
image
of
a
gentleman
,
for
you
cannot
get
even
the
best
tailors
to
cut
their
low
-
down
customers
,
when
the
customers
pay
.
