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’
I
nearly
did
,
then
I
turned
towards
Marehay
instead
.
’
The
eyes
of
the
two
women
met
:
Mrs
Bolton
’
s
grey
and
bright
and
searching
;
Connie
’
s
blue
and
veiled
and
strangely
beautiful
.
Mrs
Bolton
was
almost
sure
she
had
a
lover
,
yet
how
could
it
be
,
and
who
could
it
be
?
Where
was
there
a
man
?
’
Oh
,
it
’
s
so
good
for
you
,
if
you
go
out
and
see
a
bit
of
company
sometimes
,
’
said
Mrs
Bolton
.
’
I
was
saying
to
Sir
Clifford
,
it
would
do
her
ladyship
a
world
of
good
if
she
’
d
go
out
among
people
more
.
’
’
Yes
,
I
’
m
glad
I
went
,
and
such
a
quaint
dear
cheeky
baby
,
Clifford
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
It
’
s
got
hair
just
like
spider
-
webs
,
and
bright
orange
,
and
the
oddest
,
cheekiest
,
pale
-
blue
china
eyes
.
Of
course
it
’
s
a
girl
,
or
it
wouldn
’
t
be
so
bold
,
bolder
than
any
little
Sir
Francis
Drake
.
’
’
You
’
re
right
,
my
Lady
-
-
a
regular
little
Flint
.
They
were
always
a
forward
sandy
-
headed
family
,
’
said
Mrs
Bolton
.
’
Wouldn
’
t
you
like
to
see
it
,
Clifford
?
I
’
ve
asked
them
to
tea
for
you
to
see
it
.
’
’
Who
?
’
he
asked
,
looking
at
Connie
in
great
uneasiness
.
’
Mrs
Flint
and
the
baby
,
next
Monday
.
’
’
You
can
have
them
to
tea
up
in
your
room
,
’
he
said
.
