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Turning
the
corner
,
she
saw
two
figures
in
the
drive
beyond
her
:
the
keeper
,
and
a
little
girl
in
a
purple
coat
and
moleskin
cap
,
crying
.
’
Ah
,
shut
it
up
,
tha
false
little
bitch
!
’
came
the
man
’
s
angry
voice
,
and
the
child
sobbed
louder
.
Constance
strode
nearer
,
with
blazing
eyes
.
The
man
turned
and
looked
at
her
,
saluting
coolly
,
but
he
was
pale
with
anger
.
’
What
’
s
the
matter
?
Why
is
she
crying
?
’
demanded
Constance
,
peremptory
but
a
little
breathless
.
A
faint
smile
like
a
sneer
came
on
the
man
’
s
face
.
’
Nay
,
yo
mun
ax
’
er
,
’
he
replied
callously
,
in
broad
vernacular
.
Connie
felt
as
if
he
had
hit
her
in
the
face
,
and
she
changed
colour
.
Then
she
gathered
her
defiance
,
and
looked
at
him
,
her
dark
blue
eyes
blazing
rather
vaguely
.
’
I
asked
you
,
’
she
panted
.
He
gave
a
queer
little
bow
,
lifting
his
hat
.
’
You
did
,
your
Ladyship
,
’
he
said
;
then
,
with
a
return
to
the
vernacular
:
’
but
I
canna
tell
yer
.
’
And
he
became
a
soldier
,
inscrutable
,
only
pale
with
annoyance
.
Connie
turned
to
the
child
,
a
ruddy
,
black
-
haired
thing
of
nine
or
ten
.
’
What
is
it
,
dear
?
Tell
me
why
you
’
re
crying
!
’
she
said
,
with
the
conventionalized
sweetness
suitable
.
More
violent
sobs
,
self
-
conscious
.
Still
more
sweetness
on
Connie
’
s
part
.
