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She
had
started
having
a
room
for
herself
.
But
the
time
came
when
I
wouldn
’
t
have
her
coming
to
my
room
.
I
wouldn
’
t
.
’
I
hated
it
.
And
she
hated
me
.
My
God
,
how
she
hated
me
before
that
child
was
born
!
I
often
think
she
conceived
it
out
of
hate
.
Anyhow
,
after
the
child
was
born
I
left
her
alone
.
And
then
came
the
war
,
and
I
joined
up
.
And
I
didn
’
t
come
back
till
I
knew
she
was
with
that
fellow
at
Stacks
Gate
.
’
He
broke
off
,
pale
in
the
face
.
’
And
what
is
the
man
at
Stacks
Gate
like
?
’
asked
Connie
.
’
A
big
baby
sort
of
fellow
,
very
low
-
mouthed
.
She
bullies
him
,
and
they
both
drink
.
’
’
My
word
,
if
she
came
back
!
’
’
My
God
,
yes
!
I
should
just
go
,
disappear
again
.
’
There
was
a
silence
.
The
pasteboard
in
the
fire
had
turned
to
grey
ash
.
’
So
when
you
did
get
a
woman
who
wanted
you
,
’
said
Connie
,
’
you
got
a
bit
too
much
of
a
good
thing
.
’
’
Ay
!
Seems
so
!
Yet
even
then
I
’
d
rather
have
her
than
the
never
-
never
ones
:
the
white
love
of
my
youth
,
and
that
other
poison
-
smelling
lily
,
and
the
rest
.
’
