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’
I
would
give
up
tonight
’
s
escapade
if
I
were
you
,
’
she
advised
calmly
.
’
I
can
’
t
!
I
must
stay
with
him
tonight
,
or
I
can
’
t
go
to
Venice
at
all
.
I
just
can
’
t
.
’
Hilda
heard
her
father
over
again
,
and
she
gave
way
,
out
of
mere
diplomacy
.
And
she
consented
to
drive
to
Mansfield
,
both
of
them
,
to
dinner
,
to
bring
Connie
back
to
the
lane
-
end
after
dark
,
and
to
fetch
her
from
the
lane
-
end
the
next
morning
,
herself
sleeping
in
Mansfield
,
only
half
an
hour
away
,
good
going
.
But
she
was
furious
.
She
stored
it
up
against
her
sister
,
this
balk
in
her
plans
.
Connie
flung
an
emerald
-
green
shawl
over
her
window
-
sill
.
On
the
strength
of
her
anger
,
Hilda
warmed
toward
Clifford
.
After
all
,
he
had
a
mind
.
And
if
he
had
no
sex
,
functionally
,
all
the
better
:
so
much
the
less
to
quarrel
about
!
Hilda
wanted
no
more
of
that
sex
business
,
where
men
became
nasty
,
selfish
little
horrors
.
Connie
really
had
less
to
put
up
with
than
many
women
if
she
did
but
know
it
.
And
Clifford
decided
that
Hilda
,
after
all
,
was
a
decidedly
intelligent
woman
,
and
would
make
a
man
a
first
-
rate
helpmate
,
if
he
were
going
in
for
politics
for
example
.
Yes
,
she
had
none
of
Connie
’
s
silliness
,
Connie
was
more
a
child
:
you
had
to
make
excuses
for
her
,
because
she
was
not
altogether
dependable
.
There
was
an
early
cup
of
tea
in
the
hall
,
where
doors
were
open
to
let
in
the
sun
.
Everybody
seemed
to
be
panting
a
little
.
’
Good
-
bye
,
Connie
girl
!
Come
back
to
me
safely
.
’
