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So
!
She
was
being
pushed
round
on
the
chess
-
board
again
.
Clifford
hated
her
going
,
but
it
was
only
because
he
didn
’
t
feel
safe
in
her
absence
.
Her
presence
,
for
some
reason
,
made
him
feel
safe
,
and
free
to
do
the
things
he
was
occupied
with
.
He
was
a
great
deal
at
the
pits
,
and
wrestling
in
spirit
with
the
almost
hopeless
problems
of
getting
out
his
coal
in
the
most
economical
fashion
and
then
selling
it
when
he
’
d
got
it
out
.
He
knew
he
ought
to
find
some
way
of
using
it
,
or
converting
it
,
so
that
he
needn
’
t
sell
it
,
or
needn
’
t
have
the
chagrin
of
failing
to
sell
it
.
But
if
he
made
electric
power
,
could
he
sell
that
or
use
it
?
And
to
convert
into
oil
was
as
yet
too
costly
and
too
elaborate
.
To
keep
industry
alive
there
must
be
more
industry
,
like
a
madness
.
It
was
a
madness
,
and
it
required
a
madman
to
succeed
in
it
.
Well
,
he
was
a
little
mad
.
Connie
thought
so
.
His
very
intensity
and
acumen
in
the
affairs
of
the
pits
seemed
like
a
manifestation
of
madness
to
her
,
his
very
inspirations
were
the
inspirations
of
insanity
.
He
talked
to
her
of
all
his
serious
schemes
,
and
she
listened
in
a
kind
of
wonder
,
and
let
him
talk
.
Then
the
flow
ceased
,
and
he
turned
on
the
loudspeaker
,
and
became
a
blank
,
while
apparently
his
schemes
coiled
on
inside
him
like
a
kind
of
dream
.
And
every
night
now
he
played
pontoon
,
that
game
of
the
Tommies
,
with
Mrs
Bolton
,
gambling
with
sixpences
.
And
again
,
in
the
gambling
he
was
gone
in
a
kind
of
unconsciousness
,
or
blank
intoxication
,
or
intoxication
of
blankness
,
whatever
it
was
.
Connie
could
not
bear
to
see
him
.
But
when
she
had
gone
to
bed
,
he
and
Mrs
Bolton
would
gamble
on
till
two
and
three
in
the
morning
,
safely
,
and
with
strange
lust
.
Mrs
Bolton
was
caught
in
the
lust
as
much
as
Clifford
:
the
more
so
,
as
she
nearly
always
lost
.
She
told
Connie
one
day
:
’
I
lost
twenty
-
three
shillings
to
Sir
Clifford
last
night
.
’
’
And
did
he
take
the
money
from
you
?
’
asked
Connie
aghast
.
’
Why
of
course
,
my
Lady
!
Debt
of
honour
!
’
Connie
expostulated
roundly
,
and
was
angry
with
both
of
them
.
The
upshot
was
,
Sir
Clifford
raised
Mrs
Bolton
’
s
wages
a
hundred
a
year
,
and
she
could
gamble
on
that
.
Meanwhile
,
it
seemed
to
Connie
,
Clifford
was
really
going
deader
.
She
told
him
at
length
she
was
leaving
on
the
seventeenth
.
