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’
Nay
,
wait
a
bit
!
Let
me
simmer
down
,
’
he
said
.
That
amused
her
.
She
still
kept
hold
of
his
arm
,
and
they
went
quickly
down
the
lane
,
in
silence
.
She
was
so
glad
to
be
with
him
,
just
now
.
She
shivered
,
knowing
that
Hilda
might
have
snatched
her
away
.
He
was
inscrutably
silent
.
When
they
were
in
the
cottage
again
,
she
almost
jumped
with
pleasure
,
that
she
should
be
free
of
her
sister
.
’
But
you
were
horrid
to
Hilda
,
’
she
said
to
him
.
’
She
should
ha
’
been
slapped
in
time
.
’
’
But
why
?
and
she
’
s
so
nice
.
’
He
didn
’
t
answer
,
went
round
doing
the
evening
chores
,
with
a
quiet
,
inevitable
sort
of
motion
.
He
was
outwardly
angry
,
but
not
with
her
.
So
Connie
felt
.
And
his
anger
gave
him
a
peculiar
handsomeness
,
an
inwardness
and
glisten
that
thrilled
her
and
made
her
limbs
go
molten
.
Still
he
took
no
notice
of
her
.
Till
he
sat
down
and
began
to
unlace
his
boots
.
Then
he
looked
up
at
her
from
under
his
brows
,
on
which
the
anger
still
sat
firm
.
’
Shan
’
t
you
go
up
?
’
he
said
.
’
There
’
s
a
candle
!
’
