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’
Wait
a
bit
!
’
he
said
.
He
rose
,
and
opened
the
door
of
the
hut
.
Flossie
,
lying
in
the
porch
,
got
up
and
looked
at
him
.
’
Ay
,
it
’
s
me
!
’
he
said
.
The
rain
had
ceased
.
There
was
a
wet
,
heavy
,
perfumed
stillness
.
Evening
was
approaching
.
He
went
out
and
down
the
little
path
in
the
opposite
direction
from
the
riding
.
Connie
watched
his
thin
,
white
figure
,
and
it
looked
to
her
like
a
ghost
,
an
apparition
moving
away
from
her
.
When
she
could
see
it
no
more
,
her
heart
sank
.
She
stood
in
the
door
of
the
hut
,
with
a
blanket
round
her
,
looking
into
the
drenched
,
motionless
silence
.
But
he
was
coming
back
,
trotting
strangely
,
and
carrying
flowers
.
She
was
a
little
afraid
of
him
,
as
if
he
were
not
quite
human
.
And
when
he
came
near
,
his
eyes
looked
into
hers
,
but
she
could
not
understand
the
meaning
.
He
had
brought
columbines
and
campions
,
and
new
-
mown
hay
,
and
oak
-
tufts
and
honeysuckle
in
small
bud
.
He
fastened
fluffy
young
oak
-
sprays
round
her
breasts
,
sticking
in
tufts
of
bluebells
and
campion
:
and
in
her
navel
he
poised
a
pink
campion
flower
,
and
in
her
maiden
-
hair
were
forget
-
me
-
nots
and
woodruff
.
’
That
’
s
you
in
all
your
glory
!
’
he
said
.
’
Lady
Jane
,
at
her
wedding
with
John
Thomas
.
’
And
he
stuck
flowers
in
the
hair
of
his
own
body
,
and
wound
a
bit
of
creeping
-
jenny
round
his
penis
,
and
stuck
a
single
bell
of
a
hyacinth
in
his
navel
.
She
watched
him
with
amusement
,
his
odd
intentness
.
And
she
pushed
a
campion
flower
in
his
moustache
,
where
it
stuck
,
dangling
under
his
nose
.
