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’
Are
you
battered
too
?
’
he
laughed
.
’
And
here
we
are
returning
to
the
fray
!
’
’
Yes
!
I
feel
really
frightened
.
’
’
Ay
!
’
He
got
up
,
and
put
her
shoes
to
dry
,
and
wiped
his
own
and
set
them
near
the
fire
.
In
the
morning
he
would
grease
them
.
He
poked
the
ash
of
pasteboard
as
much
as
possible
out
of
the
fire
.
’
Even
burnt
,
it
’
s
filthy
,
’
he
said
.
Then
he
brought
sticks
and
put
them
on
the
hob
for
the
morning
.
Then
he
went
out
awhile
with
the
dog
.
When
he
came
back
,
Connie
said
:
’
I
want
to
go
out
too
,
for
a
minute
.
’
She
went
alone
into
the
darkness
.
There
were
stars
overhead
.
She
could
smell
flowers
on
the
night
air
.
And
she
could
feel
her
wet
shoes
getting
wetter
again
.
But
she
felt
like
going
away
,
right
away
from
him
and
everybody
.
It
was
chilly
.
She
shuddered
,
and
returned
to
the
house
.
He
was
sitting
in
front
of
the
low
fire
.
’
Ugh
!
Cold
!
’
she
shuddered
.
He
put
the
sticks
on
the
fire
,
and
fetched
more
,
till
they
had
a
good
crackling
chimneyful
of
blaze
.
