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Speechless
with
chagrin
,
the
priest
bundled
the
cocks
into
the
basket
and
catching
up
the
valise
,
took
himself
abruptly
away
,
almost
running
till
he
had
put
himself
out
of
hearing
of
Annixter
’
s
raillery
.
And
even
ten
minutes
later
,
when
Annixter
,
still
chuckling
,
stood
upon
the
porch
steps
,
he
saw
the
priest
,
far
in
the
distance
,
climbing
the
slope
of
the
high
ground
,
in
the
direction
of
the
Mission
,
still
hurrying
on
at
a
great
pace
,
his
cassock
flapping
behind
him
,
his
head
bent
;
to
Annixter
’
s
notion
the
very
picture
of
discomfiture
and
confusion
.
As
Annixter
turned
about
to
reenter
the
house
,
he
found
himself
almost
face
to
face
with
Hilma
Tree
.
She
was
just
going
in
at
the
doorway
,
and
a
great
flame
of
the
sunset
,
shooting
in
under
the
eaves
of
the
porch
,
enveloped
her
from
her
head
,
with
its
thick
,
moist
hair
that
hung
low
over
her
neck
,
to
her
slim
feet
,
setting
a
golden
flash
in
the
little
steel
buckles
of
her
low
shoes
.
She
had
come
to
set
the
table
for
Annixter
’
s
supper
.
Taken
all
aback
by
the
suddenness
of
the
encounter
,
Annixter
ejaculated
an
abrupt
and
senseless
,
“
Excuse
me
.
”
But
Hilma
,
without
raising
her
eyes
,
passed
on
unmoved
into
the
dining
-
room
,
leaving
Annixter
trying
to
find
his
breath
,
and
fumbling
with
the
brim
of
his
hat
,
that
he
was
surprised
to
find
he
had
taken
from
his
head
.
Resolutely
,
and
taking
a
quick
advantage
of
his
opportunity
,
he
followed
her
into
the
dining
-
room
.
“
I
see
that
dog
has
turned
up
,
”
he
announced
with
brisk
cheerfulness
.
“
That
Irish
setter
I
was
asking
about
.
”
Hilma
,
a
swift
,
pink
flush
deepening
the
delicate
rose
of
her
cheeks
,
did
not
reply
,
except
by
nodding
her
head
.
She
flung
the
table
-
cloth
out
from
under
her
arms
across
the
table
,
spreading
it
smooth
,
with
quick
little
caresses
of
her
hands
.
There
was
a
moment
’
s
silence
.
Then
Annixter
said
:
“
Here
’
s
a
letter
for
you
.
”
He
laid
it
down
on
the
table
near
her
,
and
Hilma
picked
it
up
.
“
And
see
here
,
Miss
Hilma
,
”
Annixter
continued
,
“
about
that
—
this
morning
—
I
suppose
you
think
I
am
a
first
-
class
mucker
.
If
it
will
do
any
good
to
apologise
,
why
,
I
will
.
I
want
to
be
friends
with
you
.
I
made
a
bad
mistake
,
and
started
in
the
wrong
way
.
I
don
’
t
know
much
about
women
people
.
I
want
you
to
forget
about
that
—
this
morning
,
and
not
think
I
am
a
galoot
and
a
mucker
.
Will
you
do
it
?
Will
you
be
friends
with
me
?
”
Hilma
set
the
plate
and
coffee
cup
by
Annixter
’
s
place
before
answering
,
and
Annixter
repeated
his
question
.
Then
she
drew
a
deep
,
quick
breath
,
the
flush
in
her
cheeks
returning
.
“
I
think
it
was
—
it
was
so
wrong
of
you
,
”
she
murmured
.
“
Oh
!
you
don
’
t
know
how
it
hurt
me
.
I
cried
—
oh
,
for
an
hour
.
”
“
Well
,
that
’
s
just
it
,
”
returned
Annixter
vaguely
,
moving
his
head
uneasily
.
“
I
didn
’
t
know
what
kind
of
a
girl
you
were
—
I
mean
,
I
made
a
mistake
.
I
thought
it
didn
’
t
make
much
difference
.
I
thought
all
feemales
were
about
alike
.
”
