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’
Nay
,
I
niver
look
at
it
.
I
hardly
knowed
it
wor
theer
.
It
’
s
bin
theer
sin
’
we
come
to
this
place
.
’
’
Why
don
’
t
you
burn
it
?
’
she
said
.
He
twisted
round
again
and
looked
at
the
enlarged
photograph
.
It
was
framed
in
a
brown
-
and
-
gilt
frame
,
hideous
.
It
showed
a
clean
-
shaven
,
alert
,
very
young
-
looking
man
in
a
rather
high
collar
,
and
a
somewhat
plump
,
bold
young
woman
with
hair
fluffed
out
and
crimped
,
and
wearing
a
dark
satin
blouse
.
’
It
wouldn
’
t
be
a
bad
idea
,
would
it
?
’
he
said
.
He
had
pulled
off
his
boots
,
and
put
on
a
pair
of
slippers
.
He
stood
up
on
the
chair
,
and
lifted
down
the
photograph
.
It
left
a
big
pale
place
on
the
greenish
wall
-
paper
.
’
No
use
dusting
it
now
,
’
he
said
,
setting
the
thing
against
the
wall
.
He
went
to
the
scullery
,
and
returned
with
hammer
and
pincers
.
Sitting
where
he
had
sat
before
,
he
started
to
tear
off
the
back
-
paper
from
the
big
frame
,
and
to
pull
out
the
sprigs
that
held
the
backboard
in
position
,
working
with
the
immediate
quiet
absorption
that
was
characteristic
of
him
.
He
soon
had
the
nails
out
:
then
he
pulled
out
the
backboards
,
then
the
enlargement
itself
,
in
its
solid
white
mount
.
He
looked
at
the
photograph
with
amusement
.
’
Shows
me
for
what
I
was
,
a
young
curate
,
and
her
for
what
she
was
,
a
bully
,
’
he
said
.
’
The
prig
and
the
bully
!
’
’
Let
me
look
!
’
said
Connie
.
