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’
I
suppose
I
may
as
well
stay
the
night
,
’
said
Hilda
,
pulling
off
her
gloves
,
’
and
I
’
ll
drive
her
to
town
tomorrow
.
’
Clifford
was
yellow
at
the
gills
with
anger
,
and
at
evening
the
whites
of
his
eyes
were
a
little
yellow
too
.
He
ran
to
liver
.
But
Hilda
was
consistently
modest
and
maidenly
.
’
You
must
have
a
nurse
or
somebody
,
to
look
after
you
personally
.
You
should
really
have
a
manservant
,
’
said
Hilda
as
they
sat
,
with
apparent
calmness
,
at
coffee
after
dinner
.
She
spoke
in
her
soft
,
seemingly
gentle
way
,
but
Clifford
felt
she
was
hitting
him
on
the
head
with
a
bludgeon
.
’
You
think
so
?
’
he
said
coldly
.
’
I
’
m
sure
!
It
’
s
necessary
.
Either
that
,
or
Father
and
I
must
take
Connie
away
for
some
months
.
This
can
’
t
go
on
.
’
’
What
can
’
t
go
on
?
’
’
Haven
’
t
you
looked
at
the
child
!
’
asked
Hilda
,
gazing
at
him
full
stare
.
He
looked
rather
like
a
huge
,
boiled
crayfish
at
the
moment
;
or
so
she
thought
.
’
Connie
and
I
will
discuss
it
,
’
he
said
.
’
I
’
ve
already
discussed
it
with
her
,
’
said
Hilda
.
Clifford
had
been
long
enough
in
the
hands
of
nurses
;
he
hated
them
,
because
they
left
him
no
real
privacy
.
And
a
manservant
!
.
.
.
he
couldn
’
t
stand
a
man
hanging
round
him
.
