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And
enough
to
give
her
a
subtle
sort
of
self
-
assurance
,
something
blind
and
a
little
arrogant
.
It
was
an
almost
mechanical
confidence
in
her
own
powers
,
and
went
with
a
great
cheerfulness
.
She
was
terrifically
cheerful
at
Wragby
.
And
she
used
all
her
aroused
cheerfulness
and
satisfaction
to
stimulate
Clifford
,
so
that
he
wrote
his
best
at
this
time
,
and
was
almost
happy
in
his
strange
blind
way
.
He
really
reaped
the
fruits
of
the
sensual
satisfaction
she
got
out
of
Michaelis
’
male
passivity
erect
inside
her
.
But
of
course
he
never
knew
it
,
and
if
he
had
,
he
wouldn
’
t
have
said
thank
you
!
Yet
when
those
days
of
her
grand
joyful
cheerfulness
and
stimulus
were
gone
,
quite
gone
,
and
she
was
depressed
and
irritable
,
how
Clifford
longed
for
them
again
!
Perhaps
if
he
’
d
known
he
might
even
have
wished
to
get
her
and
Michaelis
together
again
.
Connie
always
had
a
foreboding
of
the
hopelessness
of
her
affair
with
Mick
,
as
people
called
him
.
Yet
other
men
seemed
to
mean
nothing
to
her
.
She
was
attached
to
Clifford
.
He
wanted
a
good
deal
of
her
life
and
she
gave
it
to
him
.
But
she
wanted
a
good
deal
from
the
life
of
a
man
,
and
this
Clifford
did
not
give
her
;
could
not
.
There
were
occasional
spasms
of
Michaelis
.
But
,
as
she
knew
by
foreboding
,
that
would
come
to
an
end
.
Mick
couldn
’
t
keep
anything
up
.
It
was
part
of
his
very
being
that
he
must
break
off
any
connexion
,
and
be
loose
,
isolated
,
absolutely
lone
dog
again
.
It
was
his
major
necessity
,
even
though
he
always
said
:
She
turned
me
down
!
The
world
is
supposed
to
be
full
of
possibilities
,
but
they
narrow
down
to
pretty
few
in
most
personal
experience
.
There
’
s
lots
of
good
fish
in
the
sea
.
.
.
maybe
.
.
.
but
the
vast
masses
seem
to
be
mackerel
or
herring
,
and
if
you
’
re
not
mackerel
or
herring
yourself
you
are
likely
to
find
very
few
good
fish
in
the
sea
.
Clifford
was
making
strides
into
fame
,
and
even
money
.
People
came
to
see
him
.
Connie
nearly
always
had
somebody
at
Wragby
.
But
if
they
weren
’
t
mackerel
they
were
herring
,
with
an
occasional
cat
-
fish
,
or
conger
-
eel
.
There
were
a
few
regular
men
,
constants
;
men
who
had
been
at
Cambridge
with
Clifford
.
There
was
Tommy
Dukes
,
who
had
remained
in
the
army
,
and
was
a
Brigadier
-
General
.
’
The
army
leaves
me
time
to
think
,
and
saves
me
from
having
to
face
the
battle
of
life
,
’
he
said
.
There
was
Charles
May
,
an
Irishman
,
who
wrote
scientifically
about
stars
.
There
was
Hammond
,
another
writer
.
All
were
about
the
same
age
as
Clifford
;
the
young
intellectuals
of
the
day
.
They
all
believed
in
the
life
of
the
mind
.
What
you
did
apart
from
that
was
your
private
affair
,
and
didn
’
t
much
matter
.
No
one
thinks
of
inquiring
of
another
person
at
what
hour
he
retires
to
the
privy
.
It
isn
’
t
interesting
to
anyone
but
the
person
concerned
.
And
so
with
most
of
the
matters
of
ordinary
life
.
.
.
how
you
make
your
money
,
or
whether
you
love
your
wife
,
or
if
you
have
’
affairs
’
.
All
these
matters
concern
only
the
person
concerned
,
and
,
like
going
to
the
privy
,
have
no
interest
for
anyone
else
.
