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Connie
thought
it
sounded
as
if
even
the
spring
bloomed
by
act
of
Parliament
.
An
English
spring
!
Why
not
an
Irish
one
?
or
Jewish
?
The
chair
moved
slowly
ahead
,
past
tufts
of
sturdy
bluebells
that
stood
up
like
wheat
and
over
grey
burdock
leaves
.
When
they
came
to
the
open
place
where
the
trees
had
been
felled
,
the
light
flooded
in
rather
stark
.
And
the
bluebells
made
sheets
of
bright
blue
colour
,
here
and
there
,
sheering
off
into
lilac
and
purple
.
And
between
,
the
bracken
was
lifting
its
brown
curled
heads
,
like
legions
of
young
snakes
with
a
new
secret
to
whisper
to
Eve
.
Clifford
kept
the
chair
going
till
he
came
to
the
brow
of
the
hill
;
Connie
followed
slowly
behind
.
The
oak
-
buds
were
opening
soft
and
brown
.
Everything
came
tenderly
out
of
the
old
hardness
.
Even
the
snaggy
craggy
oak
-
trees
put
out
the
softest
young
leaves
,
spreading
thin
,
brown
little
wings
like
young
bat
-
wings
in
the
light
.
Why
had
men
never
any
newness
in
them
,
any
freshness
to
come
forth
with
!
Stale
men
!
Clifford
stopped
the
chair
at
the
top
of
the
rise
and
looked
down
.
The
bluebells
washed
blue
like
flood
-
water
over
the
broad
riding
,
and
lit
up
the
downhill
with
a
warm
blueness
.
’
It
’
s
a
very
fine
colour
in
itself
,
’
said
Clifford
,
’
but
useless
for
making
a
painting
.
’
’
Quite
!
’
said
Connie
,
completely
uninterested
.
’
Shall
I
venture
as
far
as
the
spring
?
’
said
Clifford
.
’
Will
the
chair
get
up
again
?
’
she
said
.
’
We
’
ll
try
;
nothing
venture
,
nothing
win
!
’
And
the
chair
began
to
advance
slowly
,
joltingly
down
the
beautiful
broad
riding
washed
over
with
blue
encroaching
hyacinths
.
O
last
of
all
ships
,
through
the
hyacinthian
shallows
!
O
pinnace
on
the
last
wild
waters
,
sailing
in
the
last
voyage
of
our
civilization
!
Whither
,
O
weird
wheeled
ship
,
your
slow
course
steering
.
Quiet
and
complacent
,
Clifford
sat
at
the
wheel
of
adventure
:
in
his
old
black
hat
and
tweed
jacket
,
motionless
and
cautious
.
O
Captain
,
my
Captain
,
our
splendid
trip
is
done
!
Not
yet
though
!
Downhill
,
in
the
wake
,
came
Constance
in
her
grey
dress
,
watching
the
chair
jolt
downwards
.
They
passed
the
narrow
track
to
the
hut
.
Thank
heaven
it
was
not
wide
enough
for
the
chair
:
hardly
wide
enough
for
one
person
.
