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’
Keep
off
!
’
snapped
Clifford
.
’
She
’
ll
do
it
by
herself
.
’
’
But
Clifford
!
’
put
in
Connie
from
the
bank
,
’
you
know
it
’
s
too
much
for
her
.
Why
are
you
so
obstinate
!
’
Clifford
was
pale
with
anger
.
He
jabbed
at
his
levers
.
The
chair
gave
a
sort
of
scurry
,
reeled
on
a
few
more
yards
,
and
came
to
her
end
amid
a
particularly
promising
patch
of
bluebells
.
’
She
’
s
done
!
’
said
the
keeper
.
’
Not
power
enough
.
’
’
She
’
s
been
up
here
before
,
’
said
Clifford
coldly
.
’
She
won
’
t
do
it
this
time
,
’
said
the
keeper
.
Clifford
did
not
reply
.
He
began
doing
things
with
his
engine
,
running
her
fast
and
slow
as
if
to
get
some
sort
of
tune
out
of
her
.
The
wood
re
-
echoed
with
weird
noises
.
Then
he
put
her
in
gear
with
a
jerk
,
having
jerked
off
his
brake
.
’
You
’
ll
rip
her
inside
out
,
’
murmured
the
keeper
.
The
chair
charged
in
a
sick
lurch
sideways
at
the
ditch
.
’
Clifford
!
’
cried
Connie
,
rushing
forward
.
