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’
Was
yer
waitin
’
to
get
in
?
’
he
asked
,
looking
at
the
hut
,
not
at
her
.
’
No
,
I
only
sat
a
few
minutes
in
the
shelter
,
’
she
said
,
with
quiet
dignity
.
He
looked
at
her
.
She
looked
cold
.
’
Sir
Clifford
’
adn
’
t
got
no
other
key
then
?
’
he
asked
.
’
No
,
but
it
doesn
’
t
matter
.
I
can
sit
perfectly
dry
under
this
porch
.
Good
afternoon
!
’
She
hated
the
excess
of
vernacular
in
his
speech
.
He
watched
her
closely
,
as
she
was
moving
away
.
Then
he
hitched
up
his
jacket
,
and
put
his
hand
in
his
breeches
pocket
,
taking
out
the
key
of
the
hut
.
’
’
Appen
yer
’
d
better
’
ave
this
key
,
an
’
Ah
min
fend
for
t
’
bods
some
other
road
.
’
She
looked
at
him
.
’
What
do
you
mean
?
’
she
asked
.
’
I
mean
as
’
appen
Ah
can
find
anuther
pleece
as
’
ll
du
for
rearin
’
th
’
pheasants
.
