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The
keeper
strode
up
with
his
coat
and
gun
,
Flossie
cautiously
at
his
heels
.
Clifford
asked
the
man
to
do
something
or
other
to
the
engine
.
Connie
,
who
understood
nothing
at
all
of
the
technicalities
of
motors
,
and
who
had
had
experience
of
breakdowns
,
sat
patiently
on
the
bank
as
if
she
were
a
cipher
.
The
keeper
lay
on
his
stomach
again
.
The
ruling
classes
and
the
serving
classes
!
He
got
to
his
feet
and
said
patiently
:
’
Try
her
again
,
then
.
’
He
spoke
in
a
quiet
voice
,
almost
as
if
to
a
child
.
Clifford
tried
her
,
and
Mellors
stepped
quickly
behind
and
began
to
push
.
She
was
going
,
the
engine
doing
about
half
the
work
,
the
man
the
rest
.
Clifford
glanced
round
,
yellow
with
anger
.
’
Will
you
get
off
there
!
’
The
keeper
dropped
his
hold
at
once
,
and
Clifford
added
:
’
How
shall
I
know
what
she
is
doing
!
’
The
man
put
his
gun
down
and
began
to
pull
on
his
coat
.
He
’
d
done
.
