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She
listened
to
the
tapping
of
the
man
’
s
hammer
;
it
was
not
so
happy
.
He
was
oppressed
.
Here
was
a
trespass
on
his
privacy
,
and
a
dangerous
one
!
A
woman
!
He
had
reached
the
point
where
all
he
wanted
on
earth
was
to
be
alone
.
And
yet
he
was
powerless
to
preserve
his
privacy
;
he
was
a
hired
man
,
and
these
people
were
his
masters
.
Especially
he
did
not
want
to
come
into
contact
with
a
woman
again
.
He
feared
it
;
for
he
had
a
big
wound
from
old
contacts
.
He
felt
if
he
could
not
be
alone
,
and
if
he
could
not
be
left
alone
,
he
would
die
.
His
recoil
away
from
the
outer
world
was
complete
;
his
last
refuge
was
this
wood
;
to
hide
himself
there
!
Connie
grew
warm
by
the
fire
,
which
she
had
made
too
big
:
then
she
grew
hot
.
She
went
and
sat
on
the
stool
in
the
doorway
,
watching
the
man
at
work
.
He
seemed
not
to
notice
her
,
but
he
knew
.
Yet
he
worked
on
,
as
if
absorbedly
,
and
his
brown
dog
sat
on
her
tail
near
him
,
and
surveyed
the
untrustworthy
world
.
Slender
,
quiet
and
quick
,
the
man
finished
the
coop
he
was
making
,
turned
it
over
,
tried
the
sliding
door
,
then
set
it
aside
.
Then
he
rose
,
went
for
an
old
coop
,
and
took
it
to
the
chopping
log
where
he
was
working
.
Crouching
,
he
tried
the
bars
;
some
broke
in
his
hands
;
he
began
to
draw
the
nails
.
Then
he
turned
the
coop
over
and
deliberated
,
and
he
gave
absolutely
no
sign
of
awareness
of
the
woman
’
s
presence
.
So
Connie
watched
him
fixedly
.
And
the
same
solitary
aloneness
she
had
seen
in
him
naked
,
she
now
saw
in
him
clothed
:
solitary
,
and
intent
,
like
an
animal
that
works
alone
,
but
also
brooding
,
like
a
soul
that
recoils
away
,
away
from
all
human
contact
.
Silently
,
patiently
,
he
was
recoiling
away
from
her
even
now
.
It
was
the
stillness
,
and
the
timeless
sort
of
patience
,
in
a
man
impatient
and
passionate
,
that
touched
Connie
’
s
womb
.
She
saw
it
in
his
bent
head
,
the
quick
quiet
hands
,
the
crouching
of
his
slender
,
sensitive
loins
;
something
patient
and
withdrawn
.
She
felt
his
experience
had
been
deeper
and
wider
than
her
own
;
much
deeper
and
wider
,
and
perhaps
more
deadly
.
And
this
relieved
her
of
herself
;
she
felt
almost
irresponsible
.
So
she
sat
in
the
doorway
of
the
hut
in
a
dream
,
utterly
unaware
of
time
and
of
particular
circumstances
.
She
was
so
drifted
away
that
he
glanced
up
at
her
quickly
,
and
saw
the
utterly
still
,
waiting
look
on
her
face
.
To
him
it
was
a
look
of
waiting
.
And
a
little
thin
tongue
of
fire
suddenly
flickered
in
his
loins
,
at
the
root
of
his
back
,
and
he
groaned
in
spirit
.
He
dreaded
with
a
repulsion
almost
of
death
,
any
further
close
human
contact
.
He
wished
above
all
things
she
would
go
away
,
and
leave
him
to
his
own
privacy
.
He
dreaded
her
will
,
her
female
will
,
and
her
modern
female
insistency
.
And
above
all
he
dreaded
her
cool
,
upper
-
class
impudence
of
having
her
own
way
.
For
after
all
he
was
only
a
hired
man
.
He
hated
her
presence
there
.
Connie
came
to
herself
with
sudden
uneasiness
.
She
rose
.
The
afternoon
was
turning
to
evening
,
yet
she
could
not
go
away
.
She
went
over
to
the
man
,
who
stood
up
at
attention
,
his
worn
face
stiff
and
blank
,
his
eyes
watching
her
.
’
It
is
so
nice
here
,
so
restful
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
have
never
been
here
before
.
’
