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’
But
I
wouldn
’
t
preach
to
the
men
:
only
strip
’
em
an
’
say
:
Look
at
yourselves
!
That
’
s
workin
’
for
money
!
-
-
Hark
at
yourselves
!
That
’
s
working
for
money
.
You
’
ve
been
working
for
money
!
Look
at
Tevershall
!
It
’
s
horrible
.
That
’
s
because
it
was
built
while
you
was
working
for
money
.
Look
at
your
girls
!
They
don
’
t
care
about
you
,
you
don
’
t
care
about
them
.
It
’
s
because
you
’
ve
spent
your
time
working
an
’
caring
for
money
.
You
can
’
t
talk
nor
move
nor
live
,
you
can
’
t
properly
be
with
a
woman
.
You
’
re
not
alive
.
Look
at
yourselves
!
’
There
fell
a
complete
silence
.
Connie
was
half
listening
,
and
threading
in
the
hair
at
the
root
of
his
belly
a
few
forget
-
me
-
nots
that
she
had
gathered
on
the
way
to
the
hut
.
Outside
,
the
world
had
gone
still
,
and
a
little
icy
.
’
You
’
ve
got
four
kinds
of
hair
,
’
she
said
to
him
.
’
On
your
chest
it
’
s
nearly
black
,
and
your
hair
isn
’
t
dark
on
your
head
:
but
your
moustache
is
hard
and
dark
red
,
and
your
hair
here
,
your
love
-
hair
,
is
like
a
little
brush
of
bright
red
-
gold
mistletoe
.
It
’
s
the
loveliest
of
all
!
’
He
looked
down
and
saw
the
milky
bits
of
forget
-
me
-
nots
in
the
hair
on
his
groin
.
’
Ay
!
That
’
s
where
to
put
forget
-
me
-
nots
,
in
the
man
-
hair
,
or
the
maiden
-
hair
.
But
don
’
t
you
care
about
the
future
?
’
She
looked
up
at
him
.
’
Oh
,
I
do
,
terribly
!
’
she
said
.
’
Because
when
I
feel
the
human
world
is
doomed
,
has
doomed
itself
by
its
own
mingy
beastliness
,
then
I
feel
the
Colonies
aren
’
t
far
enough
.
The
moon
wouldn
’
t
be
far
enough
,
because
even
there
you
could
look
back
and
see
the
earth
,
dirty
,
beastly
,
unsavoury
among
all
the
stars
:
made
foul
by
men
.
Then
I
feel
I
’
ve
swallowed
gall
,
and
it
’
s
eating
my
inside
out
,
and
nowhere
’
s
far
enough
away
to
get
away
.
But
when
I
get
a
turn
,
I
forget
it
all
again
.
Though
it
’
s
a
shame
,
what
’
s
been
done
to
people
these
last
hundred
years
:
men
turned
into
nothing
but
labour
-
insects
,
and
all
their
manhood
taken
away
,
and
all
their
real
life
.
I
’
d
wipe
the
machines
off
the
face
of
the
earth
again
,
and
end
the
industrial
epoch
absolutely
,
like
a
black
mistake
.
But
since
I
can
’
t
,
an
’
nobody
can
,
I
’
d
better
hold
my
peace
,
an
’
try
an
’
live
my
own
life
:
if
I
’
ve
got
one
to
live
,
which
I
rather
doubt
.
’
The
thunder
had
ceased
outside
,
but
the
rain
which
had
abated
,
suddenly
came
striking
down
,
with
a
last
blench
of
lightning
and
mutter
of
departing
storm
.
Connie
was
uneasy
.
He
had
talked
so
long
now
,
and
he
was
really
talking
to
himself
not
to
her
.
Despair
seemed
to
come
down
on
him
completely
,
and
she
was
feeling
happy
,
she
hated
despair
.
She
knew
her
leaving
him
,
which
he
had
only
just
realized
inside
himself
had
plunged
him
back
into
this
mood
.
And
she
triumphed
a
little
.
