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’
There
,
there
,
don
’
t
you
cry
!
Tell
me
what
they
’
ve
done
to
you
!
’
.
.
.
an
intense
tenderness
of
tone
.
At
the
same
time
she
felt
in
the
pocket
of
her
knitted
jacket
,
and
luckily
found
a
sixpence
.
’
Don
’
t
you
cry
then
!
’
she
said
,
bending
in
front
of
the
child
.
’
See
what
I
’
ve
got
for
you
!
’
Sobs
,
snuffles
,
a
fist
taken
from
a
blubbered
face
,
and
a
black
shrewd
eye
cast
for
a
second
on
the
sixpence
.
Then
more
sobs
,
but
subduing
.
’
There
,
tell
me
what
’
s
the
matter
,
tell
me
!
’
said
Connie
,
putting
the
coin
into
the
child
’
s
chubby
hand
,
which
closed
over
it
.
’
It
’
s
the
.
.
.
it
’
s
the
.
.
.
pussy
!
’
Shudders
of
subsiding
sobs
.
’
What
pussy
,
dear
?
’
After
a
silence
the
shy
fist
,
clenching
on
sixpence
,
pointed
into
the
bramble
brake
.
’
There
!
’
Connie
looked
,
and
there
,
sure
enough
,
was
a
big
black
cat
,
stretched
out
grimly
,
with
a
bit
of
blood
on
it
.
’
Oh
!
’
she
said
in
repulsion
.
