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Downstairs
she
heard
him
making
the
fire
,
pumping
water
,
going
out
at
the
back
door
.
By
and
by
came
the
smell
of
bacon
,
and
at
length
he
came
upstairs
with
a
huge
black
tray
that
would
only
just
go
through
the
door
.
He
set
the
tray
on
the
bed
,
and
poured
out
the
tea
.
Connie
squatted
in
her
torn
nightdress
,
and
fell
on
her
food
hungrily
.
He
sat
on
the
one
chair
,
with
his
plate
on
his
knees
.
’
How
good
it
is
!
’
she
said
.
’
How
nice
to
have
breakfast
together
.
’
He
ate
in
silence
,
his
mind
on
the
time
that
was
quickly
passing
.
That
made
her
remember
.
’
Oh
,
how
I
wish
I
could
stay
here
with
you
,
and
Wragby
were
a
million
miles
away
!
It
’
s
Wragby
I
’
m
going
away
from
really
.
You
know
that
,
don
’
t
you
?
’
’
Ay
!
’
’
And
you
promise
we
will
live
together
and
have
a
life
together
,
you
and
me
!
You
promise
me
,
don
’
t
you
?
’
’
Ay
!
When
we
can
.
’
’
Yes
!
And
we
will
!
we
will
,
won
’
t
we
?
’
she
leaned
over
,
making
the
tea
spill
,
catching
his
wrist
.
’
Ay
!
’
he
said
,
tidying
up
the
tea
.
’
We
can
’
t
possibly
not
live
together
now
,
can
we
?
’
she
said
appealingly
.
