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’
Isn
’
t
it
?
’
said
Connie
.
So
this
woman
knew
!
How
much
did
the
rest
of
the
servants
know
or
suspect
?
She
entered
the
house
,
which
now
she
hated
with
every
fibre
in
her
body
.
The
great
,
rambling
mass
of
a
place
seemed
evil
to
her
,
just
a
menace
over
her
.
She
was
no
longer
its
mistress
,
she
was
its
victim
.
’
I
can
’
t
stay
long
here
,
’
she
whispered
to
Hilda
,
terrified
.
And
she
suffered
going
into
her
own
bedroom
,
re
-
entering
into
possession
as
if
nothing
had
happened
.
She
hated
every
minute
inside
the
Wragby
walls
.
They
did
not
meet
Clifford
till
they
went
down
to
dinner
.
He
was
dressed
,
and
with
a
black
tie
:
rather
reserved
,
and
very
much
the
superior
gentleman
.
He
behaved
perfectly
politely
during
the
meal
and
kept
a
polite
sort
of
conversation
going
:
but
it
seemed
all
touched
with
insanity
.
’
How
much
do
the
servants
know
?
’
asked
Connie
,
when
the
woman
was
out
of
the
room
.
’
Of
your
intentions
?
Nothing
whatsoever
.
’
’
Mrs
Bolton
knows
.
’
He
changed
colour
.
