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’
I
gathered
there
was
something
.
’
’
Well
he
lives
near
here
,
and
I
want
to
spend
this
last
night
with
him
.
I
must
!
I
’
ve
promised
.
’
Connie
became
insistent
.
Hilda
bent
her
Minerva
-
like
head
in
silence
.
Then
she
looked
up
.
’
Do
you
want
to
tell
me
who
he
is
?
’
she
said
.
’
He
’
s
our
game
-
keeper
,
’
faltered
Connie
,
and
she
flushed
vividly
,
like
a
shamed
child
.
’
Connie
!
’
said
Hilda
,
lifting
her
nose
slightly
with
disgust
:
a
motion
she
had
from
her
mother
.
’
I
know
:
but
he
’
s
lovely
really
.
He
really
understands
tenderness
,
’
said
Connie
,
trying
to
apologize
for
him
.
Hilda
,
like
a
ruddy
,
rich
-
coloured
Athena
,
bowed
her
head
and
pondered
.
She
was
really
violently
angry
.
But
she
dared
not
show
it
,
because
Connie
,
taking
after
her
father
,
would
straight
away
become
obstreperous
and
unmanageable
.
It
was
true
,
Hilda
did
not
like
Clifford
:
his
cool
assurance
that
he
was
somebody
!
She
thought
he
made
use
of
Connie
shamefully
and
impudently
.
She
had
hoped
her
sister
would
leave
him
.
But
,
being
solid
Scotch
middle
class
,
she
loathed
any
’
lowering
’
of
oneself
or
the
family
.
She
looked
up
at
last
.
