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With
a
sudden
snap
the
bleeding
desire
that
had
drawn
him
after
her
broke
.
He
had
broken
it
,
because
it
must
be
so
.
There
must
be
a
coming
together
on
both
sides
.
And
if
she
wasn
’
t
coming
to
him
,
he
wouldn
’
t
track
her
down
.
He
mustn
’
t
.
He
must
go
away
,
till
she
came
.
He
turned
slowly
,
ponderingly
,
accepting
again
the
isolation
.
He
knew
it
was
better
so
.
She
must
come
to
him
:
it
was
no
use
his
trailing
after
her
.
No
use
!
Mrs
Bolton
saw
him
disappear
,
saw
his
dog
run
after
him
.
’
Well
,
well
!
’
she
said
’
He
’
s
the
one
man
I
never
thought
of
;
and
the
one
man
I
might
have
thought
of
.
He
was
nice
to
me
when
he
was
a
lad
,
after
I
lost
Ted
.
Well
,
well
!
Whatever
would
he
say
if
he
knew
!
’
And
she
glanced
triumphantly
at
the
already
sleeping
Clifford
,
as
she
stepped
softly
from
the
room
.
Connie
was
sorting
out
one
of
the
Wragby
lumber
rooms
.
There
were
several
:
the
house
was
a
warren
,
and
the
family
never
sold
anything
.
Sir
Geoffrey
’
s
father
had
liked
pictures
and
Sir
Geoffrey
’
s
mother
had
liked
cinquecento
furniture
.
Sir
Geoffrey
himself
had
liked
old
carved
oak
chests
,
vestry
chests
.
So
it
went
on
through
the
generations
.
Clifford
collected
very
modern
pictures
,
at
very
moderate
prices
.
So
in
the
lumber
room
there
were
bad
Sir
Edwin
Landseers
and
pathetic
William
Henry
Hunt
birds
’
nests
:
and
other
Academy
stuff
,
enough
to
frighten
the
daughter
of
an
R
.
A
.
She
determined
to
look
through
it
one
day
,
and
clear
it
all
.
And
the
grotesque
furniture
interested
her
.
Wrapped
up
carefully
to
preserve
it
from
damage
and
dry
-
rot
was
the
old
family
cradle
,
of
rosewood
.
She
had
to
unwrap
it
,
to
look
at
it
.
It
had
a
certain
charm
:
she
looked
at
it
a
long
time
.
’
It
’
s
thousand
pities
it
won
’
t
be
called
for
,
’
sighed
Mrs
Bolton
,
who
was
helping
.
’
Though
cradles
like
that
are
out
of
date
nowadays
.
’
