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’
How
she
pecks
at
me
!
She
hates
me
!
’
she
said
in
a
wondering
voice
.
’
But
I
wouldn
’
t
hurt
them
!
’
The
man
standing
above
her
laughed
,
and
crouched
down
beside
her
,
knees
apart
,
and
put
his
hand
with
quiet
confidence
slowly
into
the
coop
.
The
old
hen
pecked
at
him
,
but
not
so
savagely
.
And
slowly
,
softly
,
with
sure
gentle
fingers
,
he
felt
among
the
old
bird
’
s
feathers
and
drew
out
a
faintly
-
peeping
chick
in
his
closed
hand
.
’
There
!
’
he
said
,
holding
out
his
hand
to
her
.
She
took
the
little
drab
thing
between
her
hands
,
and
there
it
stood
,
on
its
impossible
little
stalks
of
legs
,
its
atom
of
balancing
life
trembling
through
its
almost
weightless
feet
into
Connie
’
s
hands
.
But
it
lifted
its
handsome
,
clean
-
shaped
little
head
boldly
,
and
looked
sharply
round
,
and
gave
a
little
’
peep
’
.
’
So
adorable
!
So
cheeky
!
’
she
said
softly
.
The
keeper
,
squatting
beside
her
,
was
also
watching
with
an
amused
face
the
bold
little
bird
in
her
hands
.
Suddenly
he
saw
a
tear
fall
on
to
her
wrist
.
And
he
stood
up
,
and
stood
away
,
moving
to
the
other
coop
.
For
suddenly
he
was
aware
of
the
old
flame
shooting
and
leaping
up
in
his
loins
,
that
he
had
hoped
was
quiescent
for
ever
.
He
fought
against
it
,
turning
his
back
to
her
.
But
it
leapt
,
and
leapt
downwards
,
circling
in
his
knees
.
He
turned
again
to
look
at
her
.
She
was
kneeling
and
holding
her
two
hands
slowly
forward
,
blindly
,
so
that
the
chicken
should
run
in
to
the
mother
-
hen
again
.
And
there
was
something
so
mute
and
forlorn
in
her
,
compassion
flamed
in
his
bowels
for
her
.
Without
knowing
,
he
came
quickly
towards
her
and
crouched
beside
her
again
,
taking
the
chick
from
her
hands
,
because
she
was
afraid
of
the
hen
,
and
putting
it
back
in
the
coop
.
At
the
back
of
his
loins
the
fire
suddenly
darted
stronger
.
He
glanced
apprehensively
at
her
.
Her
face
was
averted
,
and
she
was
crying
blindly
,
in
all
the
anguish
of
her
generation
’
s
forlornness
.
His
heart
melted
suddenly
,
like
a
drop
of
fire
,
and
he
put
out
his
hand
and
laid
his
fingers
on
her
knee
.
’
You
shouldn
’
t
cry
,
’
he
said
softly
.
But
then
she
put
her
hands
over
her
face
and
felt
that
really
her
heart
was
broken
and
nothing
mattered
any
more
.
