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’
If
you
please
.
’
The
man
stepped
up
to
it
:
but
this
time
it
was
without
effect
.
The
brake
was
jammed
.
They
poked
and
pulled
,
and
the
keeper
took
off
his
gun
and
his
coat
once
more
.
And
now
Clifford
said
never
a
word
.
At
last
the
keeper
heaved
the
back
of
the
chair
off
the
ground
and
,
with
an
instantaneous
push
of
his
foot
,
tried
to
loosen
the
wheels
.
He
failed
,
the
chair
sank
.
Clifford
was
clutching
the
sides
.
The
man
gasped
with
the
weight
.
’
Don
’
t
do
it
!
’
cried
Connie
to
him
.
’
If
you
’
ll
pull
the
wheel
that
way
,
so
!
’
he
said
to
her
,
showing
her
how
.
’
No
!
You
mustn
’
t
lift
it
!
You
’
ll
strain
yourself
,
’
she
said
,
flushed
now
with
anger
.
But
he
looked
into
her
eyes
and
nodded
.
And
she
had
to
go
and
take
hold
of
the
wheel
,
ready
.
He
heaved
and
she
tugged
,
and
the
chair
reeled
.
’
For
God
’
s
sake
!
’
cried
Clifford
in
terror
.
But
it
was
all
right
,
and
the
brake
was
off
.
The
keeper
put
a
stone
under
the
wheel
,
and
went
to
sit
on
the
bank
,
his
heart
beat
and
his
face
white
with
the
effort
,
semi
-
conscious
.
Connie
looked
at
him
,
and
almost
cried
with
anger
.
There
was
a
pause
and
a
dead
silence
.
She
saw
his
hands
trembling
on
his
thighs
.
’
Have
you
hurt
yourself
?
’
she
asked
,
going
to
him
.
