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’
Why
,
don
’
t
you
want
to
see
the
baby
?
’
she
cried
.
’
Oh
,
I
’
ll
see
it
,
but
I
don
’
t
want
to
sit
through
a
tea
-
time
with
them
.
’
’
Oh
,
’
cried
Connie
,
looking
at
him
with
wide
veiled
eyes
.
She
did
not
really
see
him
,
he
was
somebody
else
.
’
You
can
have
a
nice
cosy
tea
up
in
your
room
,
my
Lady
,
and
Mrs
Flint
will
be
more
comfortable
than
if
Sir
Clifford
was
there
,
’
said
Mrs
Bolton
.
She
was
sure
Connie
had
a
lover
,
and
something
in
her
soul
exulted
.
But
who
was
he
?
Who
was
he
?
Perhaps
Mrs
Flint
would
provide
a
clue
.
Connie
would
not
take
her
bath
this
evening
.
The
sense
of
his
flesh
touching
her
,
his
very
stickiness
upon
her
,
was
dear
to
her
,
and
in
a
sense
holy
.
Clifford
was
very
uneasy
.
He
would
not
let
her
go
after
dinner
,
and
she
had
wanted
so
much
to
be
alone
.
She
looked
at
him
,
but
was
curiously
submissive
.
’
Shall
we
play
a
game
,
or
shall
I
read
to
you
,
or
what
shall
it
be
?
’
he
asked
uneasily
.
’
You
read
to
me
,
’
said
Connie
.
