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’
But
you
’
ll
be
through
with
him
in
awhile
,
’
she
said
,
’
and
then
you
’
ll
be
ashamed
of
having
been
connected
with
him
.
One
can
’
t
mix
up
with
the
working
people
.
’
’
But
you
are
such
a
socialist
!
you
’
re
always
on
the
side
of
the
working
classes
.
’
’
I
may
be
on
their
side
in
a
political
crisis
,
but
being
on
their
side
makes
me
know
how
impossible
it
is
to
mix
one
’
s
life
with
theirs
.
Not
out
of
snobbery
,
but
just
because
the
whole
rhythm
is
different
.
’
Hilda
had
lived
among
the
real
political
intellectuals
,
so
she
was
disastrously
unanswerable
.
The
nondescript
evening
in
the
hotel
dragged
out
,
and
at
last
they
had
a
nondescript
dinner
.
Then
Connie
slipped
a
few
things
into
a
little
silk
bag
,
and
combed
her
hair
once
more
.
’
After
all
,
Hilda
,
’
she
said
,
’
love
can
be
wonderful
:
when
you
feel
you
live
,
and
are
in
the
very
middle
of
creation
.
’
It
was
almost
like
bragging
on
her
part
.
’
I
suppose
every
mosquito
feels
the
same
,
’
said
Hilda
.
’
Do
you
think
it
does
?
How
nice
for
it
!
’
The
evening
was
wonderfully
clear
and
long
-
lingering
,
even
in
the
small
town
.
It
would
be
half
-
light
all
night
.
With
a
face
like
a
mask
,
from
resentment
,
Hilda
started
her
car
again
,
and
the
two
sped
back
on
their
traces
,
taking
the
other
road
,
through
Bolsover
.
Connie
wore
her
goggles
and
disguising
cap
,
and
she
sat
in
silence
.
Because
of
Hilda
’
s
opposition
,
she
was
fiercely
on
the
sidle
of
the
man
,
she
would
stand
by
him
through
thick
and
thin
.
They
had
their
head
-
lights
on
,
by
the
time
they
passed
Crosshill
,
and
the
small
lit
-
up
train
that
chuffed
past
in
the
cutting
made
it
seem
like
real
night
.
Hilda
had
calculated
the
turn
into
the
lane
at
the
bridge
-
end
.
She
slowed
up
rather
suddenly
and
swerved
off
the
road
,
the
lights
glaring
white
into
the
grassy
,
overgrown
lane
.
Connie
looked
out
.
She
saw
a
shadowy
figure
,
and
she
opened
the
door
.
