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Magnus
and
Harran
drove
on
,
leaving
Annixter
trying
to
draw
S
.
Behrman
into
a
wrangle
.
When
at
length
S
.
Behrman
as
well
took
himself
away
,
Annixter
returned
to
his
hammock
,
finished
the
rest
of
his
prunes
and
read
another
chapter
of
“
Copperfield
.
”
Then
he
put
the
book
,
open
,
over
his
face
and
went
to
sleep
.
An
hour
later
,
toward
noon
,
his
own
terrific
snoring
woke
him
up
suddenly
,
and
he
sat
up
,
rubbing
his
face
and
blinking
at
the
sunlight
.
There
was
a
bad
taste
in
his
mouth
from
sleeping
with
it
wide
open
,
and
going
into
the
dining
-
room
of
the
house
,
he
mixed
himself
a
drink
of
whiskey
and
soda
and
swallowed
it
in
three
great
gulps
.
He
told
himself
that
he
felt
not
only
better
but
hungry
,
and
pressed
an
electric
button
in
the
wall
near
the
sideboard
three
times
to
let
the
kitchen
—
situated
in
a
separate
building
near
the
ranch
house
—
know
that
he
was
ready
for
his
dinner
.
As
he
did
so
,
an
idea
occurred
to
him
.
He
wondered
if
Hilma
Tree
would
bring
up
his
dinner
and
wait
on
the
table
while
he
ate
it
.
In
connection
with
his
ranch
,
Annixter
ran
a
dairy
farm
on
a
very
small
scale
,
making
just
enough
butter
and
cheese
for
the
consumption
of
the
ranch
’
s
PERSONNEL
.
Old
man
Tree
,
his
wife
,
and
his
daughter
Hilma
looked
after
the
dairy
.
But
there
was
not
always
work
enough
to
keep
the
three
of
them
occupied
and
Hilma
at
times
made
herself
useful
in
other
ways
.
As
often
as
not
she
lent
a
hand
in
the
kitchen
,
and
two
or
three
times
a
week
she
took
her
mother
’
s
place
in
looking
after
Annixter
’
s
house
,
making
the
beds
,
putting
his
room
to
rights
,
bringing
his
meals
up
from
the
kitchen
.
For
the
last
summer
she
had
been
away
visiting
with
relatives
in
one
of
the
towns
on
the
coast
.
But
the
week
previous
to
this
she
had
returned
and
Annixter
had
come
upon
her
suddenly
one
day
in
the
dairy
,
making
cheese
,
the
sleeves
of
her
crisp
blue
shirt
waist
rolled
back
to
her
very
shoulders
.
Annixter
had
carried
away
with
him
a
clear
-
cut
recollection
of
these
smooth
white
arms
of
hers
,
bare
to
the
shoulder
,
very
round
and
cool
and
fresh
.
He
would
not
have
believed
that
a
girl
so
young
should
have
had
arms
so
big
and
perfect
.
To
his
surprise
he
found
himself
thinking
of
her
after
he
had
gone
to
bed
that
night
,
and
in
the
morning
when
he
woke
he
was
bothered
to
know
whether
he
had
dreamed
about
Hilma
’
s
fine
white
arms
over
night
.
Then
abruptly
he
had
lost
patience
with
himself
for
being
so
occupied
with
the
subject
,
raging
and
furious
with
all
the
breed
of
feemales
—
a
fine
way
for
a
man
to
waste
his
time
.
He
had
had
his
experience
with
the
timid
little
creature
in
the
glove
-
cleaning
establishment
in
Sacramento
.
That
was
enough
.
Feemales
!
Rot
!
None
of
them
in
HIS
,
thank
you
.
HE
had
seen
Hilma
Tree
give
him
a
look
in
the
dairy
.
Aha
,
he
saw
through
her
!
She
was
trying
to
get
a
hold
on
him
,
was
she
?
He
would
show
her
.
Wait
till
he
saw
her
again
.
He
would
send
her
about
her
business
in
a
hurry
.
He
resolved
upon
a
terrible
demeanour
in
the
presence
of
the
dairy
girl
—
a
great
show
of
indifference
,
a
fierce
masculine
nonchalance
;
and
when
,
the
next
morning
,
she
brought
him
his
breakfast
,
he
had
been
smitten
dumb
as
soon
as
she
entered
the
room
,
glueing
his
eyes
upon
his
plate
,
his
elbows
close
to
his
side
,
awkward
,
clumsy
,
overwhelmed
with
constraint
.
While
true
to
his
convictions
as
a
woman
-
hater
and
genuinely
despising
Hilma
both
as
a
girl
and
as
an
inferior
,
the
idea
of
her
worried
him
.
Most
of
all
,
he
was
angry
with
himself
because
of
his
inane
sheepishness
when
she
was
about
.
He
at
first
had
told
himself
that
he
was
a
fool
not
to
be
able
to
ignore
her
existence
as
hitherto
,
and
then
that
he
was
a
greater
fool
not
to
take
advantage
of
his
position
.
Certainly
he
had
not
the
remotest
idea
of
any
affection
,
but
Hilma
was
a
fine
looking
girl
.
He
imagined
an
affair
with
her
.
As
he
reflected
upon
the
matter
now
,
scowling
abstractedly
at
the
button
of
the
electric
bell
,
turning
the
whole
business
over
in
his
mind
,
he
remembered
that
to
-
day
was
butter
-
making
day
and
that
Mrs
.
Tree
would
be
occupied
in
the
dairy
.
That
meant
that
Hilma
would
take
her
place
.
He
turned
to
the
mirror
of
the
sideboard
,
scrutinising
his
reflection
with
grim
disfavour
.
After
a
moment
,
rubbing
the
roughened
surface
of
his
chin
the
wrong
way
,
he
muttered
to
his
image
in
the
glass
:
“
That
a
mug
!
Good
Lord
!
what
a
looking
mug
!
”
Then
,
after
a
moment
’
s
silence
,
“
Wonder
if
that
fool
feemale
will
be
up
here
to
-
day
.
”
