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’
Yes
,
’
she
said
slowly
,
thinking
of
him
listening
with
vacant
face
to
the
emotional
idiocy
of
the
radio
.
’
People
pretend
to
have
emotions
,
and
they
really
feel
nothing
.
I
suppose
that
is
being
romantic
.
’
’
Exactly
!
’
he
said
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
was
tired
.
This
evening
had
tired
him
.
He
would
rather
have
been
with
his
technical
books
,
or
his
pit
-
manager
,
or
listening
-
in
to
the
radio
.
Mrs
Bolton
came
in
with
two
glasses
of
malted
milk
:
for
Clifford
,
to
make
him
sleep
,
and
for
Connie
,
to
fatten
her
again
.
It
was
a
regular
night
-
cap
she
had
introduced
.
Connie
was
glad
to
go
,
when
she
had
drunk
her
glass
,
and
thankful
she
needn
’
t
help
Clifford
to
bed
.
She
took
his
glass
and
put
it
on
the
tray
,
then
took
the
tray
,
to
leave
it
outside
.
’
Goodnight
Clifford
!
Do
sleep
well
!
The
Racine
gets
into
one
like
a
dream
.
Goodnight
!
’
She
had
drifted
to
the
door
.
She
was
going
without
kissing
him
goodnight
.
He
watched
her
with
sharp
,
cold
eyes
.
So
!
She
did
not
even
kiss
him
goodnight
,
after
he
had
spent
an
evening
reading
to
her
.
Such
depths
of
callousness
in
her
!
Even
if
the
kiss
was
but
a
formality
,
it
was
on
such
formalities
that
life
depends
.
She
was
a
Bolshevik
,
really
.
Her
instincts
were
Bolshevistic
!
He
gazed
coldly
and
angrily
at
the
door
whence
she
had
gone
.
Anger
!
And
again
the
dread
of
the
night
came
on
him
.
He
was
a
network
of
nerves
,
and
when
he
was
not
braced
up
to
work
,
and
so
full
of
energy
:
or
when
he
was
not
listening
-
in
,
and
so
utterly
neuter
:
then
he
was
haunted
by
anxiety
and
a
sense
of
dangerous
impending
void
.
He
was
afraid
.
And
Connie
could
keep
the
fear
off
him
,
if
she
would
.
But
it
was
obvious
she
wouldn
’
t
,
she
wouldn
’
t
.
She
was
callous
,
cold
and
callous
to
all
that
he
did
for
her
.
He
gave
up
his
life
for
her
,
and
she
was
callous
to
him
.
She
only
wanted
her
own
way
.
’
The
lady
loves
her
will
.
’
Now
it
was
a
baby
she
was
obsessed
by
.
Just
so
that
it
should
be
her
own
,
all
her
own
,
and
not
his
!
