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Still
!
the
human
existence
is
a
good
deal
controlled
by
the
machine
of
external
circumstance
.
She
was
in
the
power
of
this
machine
.
She
couldn
’
t
extricate
herself
all
in
five
minutes
.
She
didn
’
t
even
want
to
.
Hilda
arrived
in
good
time
on
Thursday
morning
,
in
a
nimble
two
-
seater
car
,
with
her
suit
-
case
strapped
firmly
behind
.
She
looked
as
demure
and
maidenly
as
ever
,
but
she
had
the
same
will
of
her
own
.
She
had
the
very
hell
of
a
will
of
her
own
,
as
her
husband
had
found
out
.
But
the
husband
was
now
divorcing
her
.
Yes
,
she
even
made
it
easy
for
him
to
do
that
,
though
she
had
no
lover
.
For
the
time
being
,
she
was
’
off
’
men
.
She
was
very
well
content
to
be
quite
her
own
mistress
:
and
mistress
of
her
two
children
,
whom
she
was
going
to
bring
up
’
properly
’
,
whatever
that
may
mean
.
Connie
was
only
allowed
a
suit
-
case
,
also
.
But
she
had
sent
on
a
trunk
to
her
father
,
who
was
going
by
train
.
No
use
taking
a
car
to
Venice
.
And
Italy
much
too
hot
to
motor
in
,
in
July
.
He
was
going
comfortably
by
train
.
He
had
just
come
down
from
Scotland
.
So
,
like
a
demure
arcadian
field
-
marshal
,
Hilda
arranged
the
material
part
of
the
journey
.
She
and
Connie
sat
in
the
upstairs
room
,
chatting
.
’
But
Hilda
!
’
said
Connie
,
a
little
frightened
.
’
I
want
to
stay
near
here
tonight
.
Not
here
:
near
here
!
’
Hilda
fixed
her
sister
with
grey
,
inscrutable
eyes
.
She
seemed
so
calm
:
and
she
was
so
often
furious
.
’
Where
,
near
here
?
’
she
asked
softly
.
’
Well
,
you
know
I
love
somebody
,
don
’
t
you
?
’
