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She
plunged
with
utter
mournfulness
in
his
track
through
the
fern
,
and
came
to
a
huge
holly
hedge
.
He
was
just
behind
her
.
’
Here
!
Go
through
there
!
’
he
said
,
pointing
to
a
gap
.
’
I
shan
’
t
come
out
.
She
looked
at
him
in
despair
.
But
he
kissed
her
and
made
her
go
.
She
crept
in
sheer
misery
through
the
holly
and
through
the
wooden
fence
,
stumbled
down
the
little
ditch
and
up
into
the
lane
,
where
Hilda
was
just
getting
out
of
the
car
in
vexation
.
’
Why
you
’
re
there
!
’
said
Hilda
’
Where
’
s
he
?
’
’
He
’
s
not
coming
.
’
Connie
’
s
face
was
running
with
tears
as
she
got
into
the
car
with
her
little
bag
.
Hilda
snatched
up
the
motoring
helmet
with
the
disfiguring
goggles
.
’
Put
it
on
!
’
she
said
.
And
Connie
pulled
on
the
disguise
,
then
the
long
motoring
coat
,
and
she
sat
down
,
a
goggling
inhuman
,
unrecognizable
creature
.
Hilda
started
the
car
with
a
businesslike
motion
.
They
heaved
out
of
the
lane
,
and
were
away
down
the
road
.
Connie
had
looked
round
,
but
there
was
no
sight
of
him
.
Away
!
Away
!
She
sat
in
bitter
tears
.
The
parting
had
come
so
suddenly
,
so
unexpectedly
.
It
was
like
death
.
’
Thank
goodness
you
’
ll
be
away
from
him
for
some
time
!
’
said
Hilda
,
turning
to
avoid
Crosshill
village
.
’
You
see
,
Hilda
,
’
said
Connie
after
lunch
,
when
they
were
nearing
London
,
’
you
have
never
known
either
real
tenderness
or
real
sensuality
:
and
if
you
do
know
them
,
with
the
same
person
,
it
makes
a
great
difference
.
’
