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’
Not
at
all
,
’
said
Dukes
;
’
the
top
of
you
’
s
by
no
means
hors
de
combat
.
You
’
ve
got
the
life
of
the
mind
sound
and
intact
.
So
let
us
hear
your
ideas
.
’
’
Well
,
’
stammered
Clifford
,
’
even
then
I
don
’
t
suppose
I
have
much
idea
.
.
.
I
suppose
marry
-
and
-
have
-
done
-
with
-
it
would
pretty
well
stand
for
what
I
think
.
Though
of
course
between
a
man
and
woman
who
care
for
one
another
,
it
is
a
great
thing
.
’
’
What
sort
of
great
thing
?
’
said
Tommy
.
’
Oh
.
.
.
it
perfects
the
intimacy
,
’
said
Clifford
,
uneasy
as
a
woman
in
such
talk
.
’
Well
,
Charlie
and
I
believe
that
sex
is
a
sort
of
communication
like
speech
.
Let
any
woman
start
a
sex
conversation
with
me
,
and
it
’
s
natural
for
me
to
go
to
bed
with
her
to
finish
it
,
all
in
due
season
.
Unfortunately
no
woman
makes
any
particular
start
with
me
,
so
I
go
to
bed
by
myself
;
and
am
none
the
worse
for
it
.
.
.
I
hope
so
,
anyway
,
for
how
should
I
know
?
Anyhow
I
’
ve
no
starry
calculations
to
be
interfered
with
,
and
no
immortal
works
to
write
.
I
’
m
merely
a
fellow
skulking
in
the
army
.
.
.
’
Silence
fell
.
The
four
men
smoked
.
And
Connie
sat
there
and
put
another
stitch
in
her
sewing
.
.
.
Yes
,
she
sat
there
!
She
had
to
sit
mum
.
She
had
to
be
quiet
as
a
mouse
,
not
to
interfere
with
the
immensely
important
speculations
of
these
highly
-
mental
gentlemen
.
But
she
had
to
be
there
.
They
didn
’
t
get
on
so
well
without
her
;
their
ideas
didn
’
t
flow
so
freely
.
Clifford
was
much
more
hedgy
and
nervous
,
he
got
cold
feet
much
quicker
in
Connie
’
s
absence
,
and
the
talk
didn
’
t
run
.
Tommy
Dukes
came
off
best
;
he
was
a
little
inspired
by
her
presence
.
Hammond
she
didn
’
t
really
like
;
he
seemed
so
selfish
in
a
mental
way
.
And
Charles
May
,
though
she
liked
something
about
him
,
seemed
a
little
distasteful
and
messy
,
in
spite
of
his
stars
.
How
many
evenings
had
Connie
sat
and
listened
to
the
manifestations
of
these
four
men
!
these
,
and
one
or
two
others
.
That
they
never
seemed
to
get
anywhere
didn
’
t
trouble
her
deeply
.
She
liked
to
hear
what
they
had
to
say
,
especially
when
Tommy
was
there
.
It
was
fun
.
Instead
of
men
kissing
you
,
and
touching
you
with
their
bodies
,
they
revealed
their
minds
to
you
.
It
was
great
fun
!
But
what
cold
minds
!
And
also
it
was
a
little
irritating
.
She
had
more
respect
for
Michaelis
,
on
whose
name
they
all
poured
such
withering
contempt
,
as
a
little
mongrel
arriviste
,
and
uneducated
bounder
of
the
worst
sort
.
Mongrel
and
bounder
or
not
,
he
jumped
to
his
own
conclusions
.
He
didn
’
t
merely
walk
round
them
with
millions
of
words
,
in
the
parade
of
the
life
of
the
mind
.
Connie
quite
liked
the
life
of
the
mind
,
and
got
a
great
thrill
out
of
it
.
But
she
did
think
it
overdid
itself
a
little
.
She
loved
being
there
,
amidst
the
tobacco
smoke
of
those
famous
evenings
of
the
cronies
,
as
she
called
them
privately
to
herself
.
She
was
infinitely
amused
,
and
proud
too
,
that
even
their
talking
they
could
not
do
,
without
her
silent
presence
.
She
had
an
immense
respect
for
thought
.
.
.
and
these
men
,
at
least
,
tried
to
think
honestly
.
But
somehow
there
was
a
cat
,
and
it
wouldn
’
t
jump
.
They
all
alike
talked
at
something
,
though
what
it
was
,
for
the
life
of
her
she
couldn
’
t
say
.
It
was
something
that
Mick
didn
’
t
clear
,
either
.
