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His
sad
-
dog
sort
of
extinguished
self
persisted
all
the
evening
,
though
through
it
Clifford
felt
the
inner
effrontery
.
Connie
didn
’
t
feel
it
,
perhaps
because
it
was
not
directed
against
women
;
only
against
men
,
and
their
presumptions
and
assumptions
.
That
indestructible
,
inward
effrontery
in
the
meagre
fellow
was
what
made
men
so
down
on
Michaelis
.
His
very
presence
was
an
affront
to
a
man
of
society
,
cloak
it
as
he
might
in
an
assumed
good
manner
.
Connie
was
in
love
with
him
,
but
she
managed
to
sit
with
her
embroidery
and
let
the
men
talk
,
and
not
give
herself
away
.
As
for
Michaelis
,
he
was
perfect
;
exactly
the
same
melancholic
,
attentive
,
aloof
young
fellow
of
the
previous
evening
,
millions
of
degrees
remote
from
his
hosts
,
but
laconically
playing
up
to
them
to
the
required
amount
,
and
never
coming
forth
to
them
for
a
moment
.
Connie
felt
he
must
have
forgotten
the
morning
.
He
had
not
forgotten
.
But
he
knew
where
he
was
.
.
.
in
the
same
old
place
outside
,
where
the
born
outsiders
are
.
He
didn
’
t
take
the
love
-
making
altogether
personally
.
He
knew
it
would
not
change
him
from
an
ownerless
dog
,
whom
everybody
begrudges
its
golden
collar
,
into
a
comfortable
society
dog
.
The
final
fact
being
that
at
the
very
bottom
of
his
soul
he
was
an
outsider
,
and
anti
-
social
,
and
he
accepted
the
fact
inwardly
,
no
matter
how
Bond
-
Streety
he
was
on
the
outside
.
His
isolation
was
a
necessity
to
him
;
just
as
the
appearance
of
conformity
and
mixing
-
in
with
the
smart
people
was
also
a
necessity
.
But
occasional
love
,
as
a
comfort
and
soothing
,
was
also
a
good
thing
,
and
he
was
not
ungrateful
.
On
the
contrary
,
he
was
burningly
,
poignantly
grateful
for
a
piece
of
natural
,
spontaneous
kindness
:
almost
to
tears
.
Beneath
his
pale
,
immobile
,
disillusioned
face
,
his
child
’
s
soul
was
sobbing
with
gratitude
to
the
woman
,
and
burning
to
come
to
her
again
;
just
as
his
outcast
soul
was
knowing
he
would
keep
really
clear
of
her
.
He
found
an
opportunity
to
say
to
her
,
as
they
were
lighting
the
candles
in
the
hall
:
’
May
I
come
?
’
’
I
’
ll
come
to
you
,
’
she
said
.
’
Oh
,
good
!
’
He
waited
for
her
a
long
time
.
.
.
but
she
came
.
