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And
she
began
to
shove
with
a
woman
’
s
turbulent
energy
of
anger
.
The
chair
went
faster
.
Clifford
looked
round
.
’
Is
that
necessary
?
’
he
said
.
’
Very
!
Do
you
want
to
kill
the
man
!
If
you
’
d
let
the
motor
work
while
it
would
-
-
’
But
she
did
not
finish
.
She
was
already
panting
.
She
slackened
off
a
little
,
for
it
was
surprisingly
hard
work
.
’
Ay
!
slower
!
’
said
the
man
at
her
side
,
with
a
faint
smile
of
his
eyes
.
’
Are
you
sure
you
’
ve
not
hurt
yourself
?
’
she
said
fiercely
.
He
shook
his
head
.
She
looked
at
his
smallish
,
short
,
alive
hand
,
browned
by
the
weather
.
It
was
the
hand
that
caressed
her
.
She
had
never
even
looked
at
it
before
.
It
seemed
so
still
,
like
him
,
with
a
curious
inward
stillness
that
made
her
want
to
clutch
it
,
as
if
she
could
not
reach
it
.
All
her
soul
suddenly
swept
towards
him
:
he
was
so
silent
,
and
out
of
reach
!
And
he
felt
his
limbs
revive
.
Shoving
with
his
left
hand
,
he
laid
his
right
on
her
round
white
wrist
,
softly
enfolding
her
wrist
,
with
a
caress
.
And
the
flame
of
strength
went
down
his
back
and
his
loins
,
reviving
him
.
And
she
bent
suddenly
and
kissed
his
hand
.
Meanwhile
the
back
of
Clifford
’
s
head
was
held
sleek
and
motionless
,
just
in
front
of
them
.
At
the
top
of
the
hill
they
rested
,
and
Connie
was
glad
to
let
go
.
She
had
had
fugitive
dreams
of
friendship
between
these
two
men
:
one
her
husband
,
the
other
the
father
of
her
child
.
Now
she
saw
the
screaming
absurdity
of
her
dreams
.
The
two
males
were
as
hostile
as
fire
and
water
.
They
mutually
exterminated
one
another
.
And
she
realized
for
the
first
time
what
a
queer
subtle
thing
hate
is
.
For
the
first
time
,
she
had
consciously
and
definitely
hated
Clifford
,
with
vivid
hate
:
as
if
he
ought
to
be
obliterated
from
the
face
of
the
earth
.
And
it
was
strange
,
how
free
and
full
of
life
it
made
her
feel
,
to
hate
him
and
to
admit
it
fully
to
herself
.
-
-
’
Now
I
’
ve
hated
him
,
I
shall
never
be
able
to
go
on
living
with
him
,
’
came
the
thought
into
her
mind
.
On
the
level
the
keeper
could
push
the
chair
alone
.
Clifford
made
a
little
conversation
with
her
,
to
show
his
complete
composure
:
about
Aunt
Eva
,
who
was
at
Dieppe
,
and
about
Sir
Malcolm
,
who
had
written
to
ask
would
Connie
drive
with
him
in
his
small
car
,
to
Venice
,
or
would
she
and
Hilda
go
by
train
.
