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’
Don
’
t
boast
,
while
the
gods
are
listening
,
’
he
said
.
She
pulled
up
short
.
’
No
!
I
won
’
t
boast
!
’
she
said
.
But
she
was
thrilled
,
none
the
less
,
to
be
going
off
:
to
feel
bonds
snap
.
She
couldn
’
t
help
it
.
Clifford
,
who
couldn
’
t
sleep
,
gambled
all
night
with
Mrs
Bolton
,
till
she
was
too
sleepy
almost
to
live
.
And
the
day
came
round
for
Hilda
to
arrive
.
Connie
had
arranged
with
Mellors
that
if
everything
promised
well
for
their
night
together
,
she
would
hang
a
green
shawl
out
of
the
window
.
If
there
were
frustration
,
a
red
one
.
Mrs
Bolton
helped
Connie
to
pack
.
’
It
will
be
so
good
for
your
Ladyship
to
have
a
change
.
’
’
I
think
it
will
.
You
don
’
t
mind
having
Sir
Clifford
on
your
hands
alone
for
a
time
,
do
you
?
’
’
Oh
no
!
I
can
manage
him
quite
all
right
.
I
mean
,
I
can
do
all
he
needs
me
to
do
.
Don
’
t
you
think
he
’
s
better
than
he
used
to
be
?
’
