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He
kept
a
quiet
distance
of
his
own
,
and
seemed
absolutely
unwilling
to
speak
.
’
Do
sit
down
,
Hilda
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
Do
!
’
he
said
.
’
Can
I
make
you
tea
or
anything
,
or
will
you
drink
a
glass
of
beer
?
It
’
s
moderately
cool
.
’
’
Beer
!
’
said
Connie
.
’
Beer
for
me
,
please
!
’
said
Hilda
,
with
a
mock
sort
of
shyness
.
He
looked
at
her
and
blinked
.
He
took
a
blue
jug
and
tramped
to
the
scullery
.
When
he
came
back
with
the
beer
,
his
face
had
changed
again
.
Connie
sat
down
by
the
door
,
and
Hilda
sat
in
his
seat
,
with
the
back
to
the
wall
,
against
the
window
corner
.
’
That
is
his
chair
,
’
said
Connie
softly
.
’
And
Hilda
rose
as
if
it
had
burnt
her
.
’
Sit
yer
still
,
sit
yer
still
!
Ta
’
e
ony
cheer
as
yo
’
n
a
mind
to
,
none
of
us
is
th
’
big
bear
,
’
he
said
,
with
complete
equanimity
.
And
he
brought
Hilda
a
glass
,
and
poured
her
beer
first
from
the
blue
jug
.
