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’
Not
unless
it
’
s
one
time
in
a
thousand
,
but
you
never
know
.
’
’
And
even
then
it
’
s
no
matter
,
’
she
said
.
’
It
’
s
only
a
cup
of
tea
.
’
’
Where
are
the
spoons
?
’
He
reached
over
,
and
pulled
open
the
table
drawer
.
Connie
sat
at
the
table
in
the
sunshine
of
the
doorway
.
’
Flossie
!
’
he
said
to
the
dog
,
who
was
lying
on
a
little
mat
at
the
stair
foot
.
’
Go
an
’
hark
,
hark
!
’
He
lifted
his
finger
,
and
his
’
hark
!
’
was
very
vivid
.
The
dog
trotted
out
to
reconnoitre
.
’
Are
you
sad
today
?
’
she
asked
him
.
He
turned
his
blue
eyes
quickly
,
and
gazed
direct
on
her
.
’
Sad
!
no
,
bored
!
I
had
to
go
getting
summonses
for
two
poachers
I
caught
,
and
,
oh
well
,
I
don
’
t
like
people
.
’
He
spoke
cold
,
good
English
,
and
there
was
anger
in
his
voice
.
’
Do
you
hate
being
a
game
-
keeper
?
’
she
asked
.
