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’
Ay
!
not
so
late
,
’
he
replied
out
of
the
darkness
.
Already
she
could
not
see
him
at
all
.
’
Goodnight
,
’
she
said
.
’
Goodnight
,
your
Ladyship
,
’
his
voice
.
She
stopped
and
looked
back
into
the
wet
dark
.
She
could
just
see
the
bulk
of
him
.
’
Why
did
you
say
that
?
’
she
said
.
’
Nay
,
’
he
replied
.
’
Goodnight
then
,
run
!
’
She
plunged
on
in
the
dark
-
grey
tangible
night
.
She
found
the
side
-
door
open
,
and
slipped
into
her
room
unseen
.
As
she
closed
the
door
the
gong
sounded
,
but
she
would
take
her
bath
all
the
same
-
-
she
must
take
her
bath
.
’
But
I
won
’
t
be
late
any
more
,
’
she
said
to
herself
;
’
it
’
s
too
annoying
.
’
The
next
day
she
did
not
go
to
the
wood
.
She
went
instead
with
Clifford
to
Uthwaite
.
He
could
occasionally
go
out
now
in
the
car
,
and
had
got
a
strong
young
man
as
chauffeur
,
who
could
help
him
out
of
the
car
if
need
be
.
He
particularly
wanted
to
see
his
godfather
,
Leslie
Winter
,
who
lived
at
Shipley
Hall
,
not
far
from
Uthwaite
.
Winter
was
an
elderly
gentleman
now
,
wealthy
,
one
of
the
wealthy
coal
-
owners
who
had
had
their
hey
-
day
in
King
Edward
’
s
time
.
King
Edward
had
stayed
more
than
once
at
Shipley
,
for
the
shooting
.
It
was
a
handsome
old
stucco
hall
,
very
elegantly
appointed
,
for
Winter
was
a
bachelor
and
prided
himself
on
his
style
;
but
the
place
was
beset
by
collieries
.
Leslie
Winter
was
attached
to
Clifford
,
but
personally
did
not
entertain
a
great
respect
for
him
,
because
of
the
photographs
in
illustrated
papers
and
the
literature
.
The
old
man
was
a
buck
of
the
King
Edward
school
,
who
thought
life
was
life
and
the
scribbling
fellows
were
something
else
.
Towards
Connie
the
Squire
was
always
rather
gallant
;
he
thought
her
an
attractive
demure
maiden
and
rather
wasted
on
Clifford
,
and
it
was
a
thousand
pities
she
stood
no
chance
of
bringing
forth
an
heir
to
Wragby
.
He
himself
had
no
heir
.
Connie
wondered
what
he
would
say
if
he
knew
that
Clifford
’
s
game
-
keeper
had
been
having
intercourse
with
her
,
and
saying
to
her
’
tha
mun
come
to
th
’
cottage
one
time
.
’
He
would
detest
and
despise
her
,
for
he
had
come
almost
to
hate
the
shoving
forward
of
the
working
classes
.
A
man
of
her
own
class
he
would
not
mind
,
for
Connie
was
gifted
from
nature
with
this
appearance
of
demure
,
submissive
maidenliness
,
and
perhaps
it
was
part
of
her
nature
.
Winter
called
her
’
dear
child
’
and
gave
her
a
rather
lovely
miniature
of
an
eighteenth
-
century
lady
,
rather
against
her
will
.
But
Connie
was
preoccupied
with
her
affair
with
the
keeper
.
