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’
I
should
say
not
.
He
put
it
off
without
thinking
about
it
.
But
naturally
it
made
him
want
to
see
the
last
of
me
.
’
’
I
’
m
going
to
have
a
child
.
’
The
expression
died
utterly
out
of
his
face
,
out
of
his
whole
body
.
He
looked
at
her
with
darkened
eyes
,
whose
look
she
could
not
understand
at
all
:
like
some
dark
-
flamed
spirit
looking
at
her
.
’
Say
you
’
re
glad
!
’
she
pleaded
,
groping
for
his
hand
.
And
she
saw
a
certain
exultance
spring
up
in
him
.
But
it
was
netted
down
by
things
she
could
not
understand
.
’
It
’
s
the
future
,
’
he
said
.
’
But
aren
’
t
you
glad
?
’
she
persisted
.
’
I
have
such
a
terrible
mistrust
of
the
future
.
’
’
But
you
needn
’
t
be
troubled
by
any
responsibility
.
Clifford
would
have
it
as
his
own
,
he
’
d
be
glad
.
’
She
saw
him
go
pale
,
and
recoil
under
this
.
He
did
not
answer
.
’
Shall
I
go
back
to
Clifford
and
put
a
little
baronet
into
Wragby
?
’
she
asked
.
