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The
chair
reached
the
bottom
of
the
slope
,
and
swerved
round
,
to
disappear
.
And
Connie
heard
a
low
whistle
behind
her
.
She
glanced
sharply
round
:
the
keeper
was
striding
downhill
towards
her
,
his
dog
keeping
behind
him
.
’
Is
Sir
Clifford
going
to
the
cottage
?
’
he
asked
,
looking
into
her
eyes
.
’
No
,
only
to
the
well
.
’
’
Ah
!
Good
!
Then
I
can
keep
out
of
sight
.
But
I
shall
see
you
tonight
.
I
shall
wait
for
you
at
the
park
-
gate
about
ten
.
’
He
looked
again
direct
into
her
eyes
.
’
Yes
,
’
she
faltered
.
They
heard
the
Papp
!
Papp
!
of
Clifford
’
s
horn
,
tooting
for
Connie
.
She
’
Coo
-
eed
!
’
in
reply
.
The
keeper
’
s
face
flickered
with
a
little
grimace
,
and
with
his
hand
he
softly
brushed
her
breast
upwards
,
from
underneath
.
She
looked
at
him
,
frightened
,
and
started
running
down
the
hill
,
calling
Coo
-
ee
!
again
to
Clifford
.
The
man
above
watched
her
,
then
turned
,
grinning
faintly
,
back
into
his
path
.
She
found
Clifford
slowly
mounting
to
the
spring
,
which
was
halfway
up
the
slope
of
the
dark
larch
-
wood
.
He
was
there
by
the
time
she
caught
him
up
.
’
She
did
that
all
right
,
’
he
said
,
referring
to
the
chair
.
Connie
looked
at
the
great
grey
leaves
of
burdock
that
grew
out
ghostly
from
the
edge
of
the
larch
-
wood
.
The
people
call
it
Robin
Hood
’
s
Rhubarb
.
How
silent
and
gloomy
it
seemed
by
the
well
!
Yet
the
water
bubbled
so
bright
,
wonderful
!
And
there
were
bits
of
eye
-
bright
and
strong
blue
bugle
.
.
.
And
there
,
under
the
bank
,
the
yellow
earth
was
moving
.
A
mole
!
It
emerged
,
rowing
its
pink
hands
,
and
waving
its
blind
gimlet
of
a
face
,
with
the
tiny
pink
nose
-
tip
uplifted
.
