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They
tramped
in
ridiculous
file
down
the
lane
again
,
in
silence
.
An
owl
still
hooted
.
He
knew
he
ought
to
shoot
it
.
The
car
stood
untouched
,
a
little
dewy
.
Hilda
got
in
and
started
the
engine
.
The
other
two
waited
.
’
All
I
mean
,
’
she
said
from
her
entrenchment
,
’
is
that
I
doubt
if
you
’
ll
find
it
’
s
been
worth
it
,
either
of
you
!
’
’
One
man
’
s
meat
is
another
man
’
s
poison
,
’
he
said
,
out
of
the
darkness
.
’
But
it
’
s
meat
an
’
drink
to
me
.
The
lights
flared
out
.
’
Don
’
t
make
me
wait
in
the
morning
,
’
’
No
,
I
won
’
t
.
Goodnight
!
’
The
car
rose
slowly
on
to
the
highroad
,
then
slid
swiftly
away
,
leaving
the
night
silent
.
Connie
timidly
took
his
arm
,
and
they
went
down
the
lane
.
He
did
not
speak
.
At
length
she
drew
him
to
a
standstill
.
’
Kiss
me
!
’
she
murmured
.
