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’
Here
we
are
!
’
she
said
softly
.
But
Hilda
had
switched
off
the
lights
,
and
was
absorbed
backing
,
making
the
turn
.
’
Nothing
on
the
bridge
?
’
she
asked
shortly
.
’
You
’
re
all
right
,
’
said
the
man
’
s
voice
.
She
backed
on
to
the
bridge
,
reversed
,
let
the
car
run
forwards
a
few
yards
along
the
road
,
then
backed
into
the
lane
,
under
a
wych
-
elm
tree
,
crushing
the
grass
and
bracken
.
Then
all
the
lights
went
out
.
Connie
stepped
down
.
The
man
stood
under
the
trees
.
’
Did
you
wait
long
?
’
Connie
asked
.
’
Not
so
very
,
’
he
replied
.
They
both
waited
for
Hilda
to
get
out
.
But
Hilda
shut
the
door
of
the
car
and
sat
tight
.
’
This
is
my
sister
Hilda
.
Won
’
t
you
come
and
speak
to
her
?
Hilda
!
This
is
Mr
Mellors
.
’
The
keeper
lifted
his
hat
,
but
went
no
nearer
.
