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’
Twenty
-
three
!
’
said
Mrs
Bolton
,
as
she
carefully
separated
the
young
columbines
into
single
plants
.
’
Twenty
-
three
years
since
they
brought
him
home
.
’
Connie
’
s
heart
gave
a
lurch
,
at
the
terrible
finality
of
it
.
’
Brought
him
home
!
’
’
Why
did
he
get
killed
,
do
you
think
?
’
she
asked
.
’
He
was
happy
with
you
?
’
It
was
a
woman
’
s
question
to
a
woman
.
Mrs
Bolton
put
aside
a
strand
of
hair
from
her
face
,
with
the
back
of
her
hand
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
,
my
Lady
!
He
sort
of
wouldn
’
t
give
in
to
things
:
he
wouldn
’
t
really
go
with
the
rest
.
And
then
he
hated
ducking
his
head
for
anything
on
earth
.
A
sort
of
obstinacy
,
that
gets
itself
killed
.
You
see
he
didn
’
t
really
care
.
I
lay
it
down
to
the
pit
.
He
ought
never
to
have
been
down
pit
.
But
his
dad
made
him
go
down
,
as
a
lad
;
and
then
,
when
you
’
re
over
twenty
,
it
’
s
not
very
easy
to
come
out
.
’
’
Did
he
say
he
hated
it
?
’
’
Oh
no
!
Never
!
He
never
said
he
hated
anything
.
He
just
made
a
funny
face
.
He
was
one
of
those
who
wouldn
’
t
take
care
:
like
some
of
the
first
lads
as
went
off
so
blithe
to
the
war
and
got
killed
right
away
.
He
wasn
’
t
really
wezzle
-
brained
.
But
he
wouldn
’
t
care
.
I
used
to
say
to
him
:
"
You
care
for
nought
nor
nobody
!
"
But
he
did
!
The
way
he
sat
when
my
first
baby
was
born
,
motionless
,
and
the
sort
of
fatal
eyes
he
looked
at
me
with
,
when
it
was
over
!
I
had
a
bad
time
,
but
I
had
to
comfort
him
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
,
lad
,
it
’
s
all
right
!
"
I
said
to
him
.
And
he
gave
me
a
look
,
and
that
funny
sort
of
smile
.
He
never
said
anything
.
But
I
don
’
t
believe
he
had
any
right
pleasure
with
me
at
nights
after
;
he
’
d
never
really
let
himself
go
.
I
used
to
say
to
him
:
Oh
,
let
thysen
go
,
lad
!
-
-
I
’
d
talk
broad
to
him
sometimes
.
And
he
said
nothing
.
But
he
wouldn
’
t
let
himself
go
,
or
he
couldn
’
t
.
He
didn
’
t
want
me
to
have
any
more
children
.
I
always
blamed
his
mother
,
for
letting
him
in
th
’
room
.
He
’
d
no
right
t
’
ave
been
there
.
Men
makes
so
much
more
of
things
than
they
should
,
once
they
start
brooding
.
’
’
Did
he
mind
so
much
?
’
said
Connie
in
wonder
.
’
Yes
,
he
sort
of
couldn
’
t
take
it
for
natural
,
all
that
pain
.
And
it
spoilt
his
pleasure
in
his
bit
of
married
love
.
I
said
to
him
:
If
I
don
’
t
care
,
why
should
you
?
It
’
s
my
look
-
out
!
-
-
But
all
he
’
d
ever
say
was
:
It
’
s
not
right
!
’
