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But
she
lay
there
inert
,
and
was
gazing
up
at
him
thinking
:
Stranger
!
Stranger
!
She
even
resented
him
a
little
.
He
put
on
his
coat
and
looked
for
his
hat
,
which
had
fallen
,
then
he
slung
on
his
gun
.
’
Come
then
!
’
he
said
,
looking
down
at
her
with
those
warm
,
peaceful
sort
of
eyes
.
She
rose
slowly
.
She
didn
’
t
want
to
go
.
She
also
rather
resented
staying
.
He
helped
her
with
her
thin
waterproof
and
saw
she
was
tidy
.
Then
he
opened
the
door
.
The
outside
was
quite
dark
.
The
faithful
dog
under
the
porch
stood
up
with
pleasure
seeing
him
.
The
drizzle
of
rain
drifted
greyly
past
upon
the
darkness
.
It
was
quite
dark
.
’
Ah
mun
ta
’
e
th
’
lantern
,
’
he
said
.
’
The
’
ll
be
nob
’
dy
.
’
He
walked
just
before
her
in
the
narrow
path
,
swinging
the
hurricane
lamp
low
,
revealing
the
wet
grass
,
the
black
shiny
tree
-
roots
like
snakes
,
wan
flowers
.
For
the
rest
,
all
was
grey
rain
-
mist
and
complete
darkness
.
’
Tha
mun
come
to
the
cottage
one
time
,
’
he
said
,
’
shall
ta
?
We
might
as
well
be
hung
for
a
sheep
as
for
a
lamb
.
’
It
puzzled
her
,
his
queer
,
persistent
wanting
her
,
when
there
was
nothing
between
them
,
when
he
never
really
spoke
to
her
,
and
in
spite
of
herself
she
resented
the
dialect
.
His
’
tha
mun
come
’
seemed
not
addressed
to
her
,
but
some
common
woman
.
She
recognized
the
foxglove
leaves
of
the
riding
and
knew
,
more
or
less
,
where
they
were
.
