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He
would
accompany
her
to
the
broad
riding
.
His
young
pheasants
were
all
right
under
the
shelter
.
When
he
and
she
came
out
on
to
the
riding
,
there
was
Mrs
Bolton
faltering
palely
towards
them
.
’
Oh
,
my
Lady
,
we
wondered
if
anything
had
happened
!
’
’
No
!
Nothing
has
happened
.
’
Mrs
Bolton
looked
into
the
man
’
s
face
,
that
was
smooth
and
new
-
looking
with
love
.
She
met
his
half
-
laughing
,
half
-
mocking
eyes
.
He
always
laughed
at
mischance
But
he
looked
at
her
kindly
.
’
Evening
,
Mrs
Bolton
!
Your
Ladyship
will
be
all
right
now
,
so
I
can
leave
you
.
Good
-
night
to
your
Ladyship
!
Good
-
night
,
Mrs
Bolton
!
’
He
saluted
and
turned
away
.
Connie
arrived
home
to
an
ordeal
of
cross
-
questioning
.
Clifford
had
been
out
at
tea
-
time
,
had
come
in
just
before
the
storm
,
and
where
was
her
ladyship
?
Nobody
knew
,
only
Mrs
Bolton
suggested
she
had
gone
for
a
walk
into
the
wood
.
Into
the
wood
,
in
such
a
storm
!
Clifford
for
once
let
himself
get
into
a
state
of
nervous
frenzy
.
He
started
at
every
flash
of
lightning
,
and
blenched
at
every
roll
of
thunder
.
He
looked
at
the
icy
thunder
-
rain
as
if
it
dare
the
end
of
the
world
.
He
got
more
and
more
worked
up
.
Mrs
Bolton
tried
to
soothe
him
.
