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Down
posted
Hilda
from
Scotland
,
where
she
had
taken
up
her
abode
.
She
came
in
March
,
alone
,
driving
herself
in
a
nimble
two
-
seater
.
Up
the
drive
she
came
,
tooting
up
the
incline
,
then
sweeping
round
the
oval
of
grass
,
where
the
two
great
wild
beech
-
trees
stood
,
on
the
flat
in
front
of
the
house
.
Connie
had
run
out
to
the
steps
.
Hilda
pulled
up
her
car
,
got
out
,
and
kissed
her
sister
.
’
But
Connie
!
’
she
cried
.
’
Whatever
is
the
matter
?
’
’
Nothing
!
’
said
Connie
,
rather
shamefacedly
;
but
she
knew
how
she
had
suffered
in
contrast
to
Hilda
.
Both
sisters
had
the
same
rather
golden
,
glowing
skin
,
and
soft
brown
hair
,
and
naturally
strong
,
warm
physique
.
But
now
Connie
was
thin
and
earthy
-
looking
,
with
a
scraggy
,
yellowish
neck
,
that
stuck
out
of
her
jumper
.
’
But
you
’
re
ill
,
child
!
’
said
Hilda
,
in
the
soft
,
rather
breathless
voice
that
both
sisters
had
alike
.
Hilda
was
nearly
,
but
not
quite
,
two
years
older
than
Connie
.
’
No
,
not
ill
.
Perhaps
I
’
m
bored
,
’
said
Connie
a
little
pathetically
.
The
light
of
battle
glowed
in
Hilda
’
s
face
;
she
was
a
woman
,
soft
and
still
as
she
seemed
,
of
the
old
amazon
sort
,
not
made
to
fit
with
men
.
’
This
wretched
place
!
’
she
said
softly
,
looking
at
poor
,
old
,
lumbering
Wragby
with
real
hate
.
She
looked
soft
and
warm
herself
,
as
a
ripe
pear
,
and
she
was
an
amazon
of
the
real
old
breed
.
She
went
quietly
in
to
Clifford
.
He
thought
how
handsome
she
looked
,
but
also
he
shrank
from
her
.
His
wife
’
s
family
did
not
have
his
sort
of
manners
,
or
his
sort
of
etiquette
.
He
considered
them
rather
outsiders
,
but
once
they
got
inside
they
made
him
jump
through
the
hoop
.
