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A
sense
of
rebellion
smouldered
in
Connie
.
What
was
the
good
of
it
all
?
What
was
the
good
of
her
sacrifice
,
her
devoting
her
life
to
Clifford
?
What
was
she
serving
,
after
all
?
A
cold
spirit
of
vanity
,
that
had
no
warm
human
contacts
,
and
that
was
as
corrupt
as
any
low
-
born
Jew
,
in
craving
for
prostitution
to
the
bitch
-
goddess
,
Success
.
Even
Clifford
’
s
cool
and
contactless
assurance
that
he
belonged
to
the
ruling
class
didn
’
t
prevent
his
tongue
lolling
out
of
his
mouth
,
as
he
panted
after
the
bitch
-
goddess
.
After
all
,
Michaelis
was
really
more
dignified
in
the
matter
,
and
far
,
far
more
successful
.
Really
,
if
you
looked
closely
at
Clifford
,
he
was
a
buffoon
,
and
a
buffoon
is
more
humiliating
than
a
bounder
.
As
between
the
two
men
,
Michaelis
really
had
far
more
use
for
her
than
Clifford
had
.
He
had
even
more
need
of
her
.
Any
good
nurse
can
attend
to
crippled
legs
!
And
as
for
the
heroic
effort
,
Michaelis
was
a
heroic
rat
,
and
Clifford
was
very
much
of
a
poodle
showing
off
.
There
were
people
staying
in
the
house
,
among
them
Clifford
’
s
Aunt
Eva
,
Lady
Bennerley
.
She
was
a
thin
woman
of
sixty
,
with
a
red
nose
,
a
widow
,
and
still
something
of
a
grande
dame
.
She
belonged
to
one
of
the
best
families
,
and
had
the
character
to
carry
it
off
.
Connie
liked
her
,
she
was
so
perfectly
simple
and
frank
,
as
far
as
she
intended
to
be
frank
,
and
superficially
kind
.
Inside
herself
she
was
a
past
-
mistress
in
holding
her
own
,
and
holding
other
people
a
little
lower
.
She
was
not
at
all
a
snob
:
far
too
sure
of
herself
.
She
was
perfect
at
the
social
sport
of
coolly
holding
her
own
,
and
making
other
people
defer
to
her
.
She
was
kind
to
Connie
,
and
tried
to
worm
into
her
woman
’
s
soul
with
the
sharp
gimlet
of
her
well
-
born
observations
.
’
You
’
re
quite
wonderful
,
in
my
opinion
,
’
she
said
to
Connie
.
’
You
’
ve
done
wonders
for
Clifford
.
I
never
saw
any
budding
genius
myself
,
and
there
he
is
,
all
the
rage
.
’
Aunt
Eva
was
quite
complacently
proud
of
Clifford
’
s
success
.
Another
feather
in
the
family
cap
!
She
didn
’
t
care
a
straw
about
his
books
,
but
why
should
she
?
’
Oh
,
I
don
’
t
think
it
’
s
my
doing
,
’
said
Connie
.
’
It
must
be
!
Can
’
t
be
anybody
else
’
s
.
And
it
seems
to
me
you
don
’
t
get
enough
out
of
it
.
’
’
How
?
’
’
Look
at
the
way
you
are
shut
up
here
.
I
said
to
Clifford
:
If
that
child
rebels
one
day
you
’
ll
have
yourself
to
thank
!
’
