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’
How
could
they
make
him
an
officer
when
he
speaks
broad
Derbyshire
?
’
’
He
doesn
’
t
.
.
.
except
by
fits
and
starts
.
He
can
speak
perfectly
well
,
for
him
.
I
suppose
he
has
an
idea
if
he
’
s
come
down
to
the
ranks
again
,
he
’
d
better
speak
as
the
ranks
speak
.
’
’
Why
didn
’
t
you
tell
me
about
him
before
?
’
’
Oh
,
I
’
ve
no
patience
with
these
romances
.
They
’
re
the
ruin
of
all
order
.
It
’
s
a
thousand
pities
they
ever
happened
.
’
Connie
was
inclined
to
agree
.
What
was
the
good
of
discontented
people
who
fitted
in
nowhere
?
In
the
spell
of
fine
weather
Clifford
,
too
,
decided
to
go
to
the
wood
.
The
wind
was
cold
,
but
not
so
tiresome
,
and
the
sunshine
was
like
life
itself
,
warm
and
full
.
’
It
’
s
amazing
,
’
said
Connie
,
’
how
different
one
feels
when
there
’
s
a
really
fresh
fine
day
.
Usually
one
feels
the
very
air
is
half
dead
.
People
are
killing
the
very
air
.
’
’
Do
you
think
people
are
doing
it
?
’
he
asked
.
’
I
do
.
The
steam
of
so
much
boredom
,
and
discontent
and
anger
out
of
all
the
people
,
just
kills
the
vitality
in
the
air
.
I
’
m
sure
of
it
.
’
