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Otherwise
he
would
be
lost
like
an
idiot
on
a
moor
.
This
amazing
dependence
Connie
realized
with
a
sort
of
horror
.
She
heard
him
with
his
pit
managers
,
with
the
members
of
his
Board
,
with
young
scientists
,
and
she
was
amazed
at
his
shrewd
insight
into
things
,
his
power
,
his
uncanny
material
power
over
what
is
called
practical
men
.
He
had
become
a
practical
man
himself
and
an
amazingly
astute
and
powerful
one
,
a
master
.
Connie
attributed
it
to
Mrs
Bolton
’
s
influence
upon
him
,
just
at
the
crisis
in
his
life
.
But
this
astute
and
practical
man
was
almost
an
idiot
when
left
alone
to
his
own
emotional
life
.
He
worshipped
Connie
.
She
was
his
wife
,
a
higher
being
,
and
he
worshipped
her
with
a
queer
,
craven
idolatry
,
like
a
savage
,
a
worship
based
on
enormous
fear
,
and
even
hate
of
the
power
of
the
idol
,
the
dread
idol
.
All
he
wanted
was
for
Connie
to
swear
,
to
swear
not
to
leave
him
,
not
to
give
him
away
.
’
Clifford
,
’
she
said
to
him
-
-
but
this
was
after
she
had
the
key
to
the
hut
-
-
’
Would
you
really
like
me
to
have
a
child
one
day
?
’
He
looked
at
her
with
a
furtive
apprehension
in
his
rather
prominent
pale
eyes
.
’
I
shouldn
’
t
mind
,
if
it
made
no
difference
between
us
,
’
he
said
.
’
No
difference
to
what
?
’
she
asked
.
’
To
you
and
me
;
to
our
love
for
one
another
.
If
it
’
s
going
to
affect
that
,
then
I
’
m
all
against
it
.
Why
,
I
might
even
one
day
have
a
child
of
my
own
!
’
She
looked
at
him
in
amazement
.
’
I
mean
,
it
might
come
back
to
me
one
of
these
days
.
’
