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She
went
before
him
down
into
the
cool
obscurity
underneath
,
redolent
of
new
cheese
and
fresh
butter
.
Annixter
followed
,
a
certain
excitement
beginning
to
gain
upon
him
.
He
was
almost
sure
now
that
Hilma
wanted
him
to
kiss
her
.
At
all
events
,
one
could
but
try
.
But
,
as
yet
,
he
was
not
absolutely
sure
.
Suppose
he
had
been
mistaken
in
her
;
suppose
she
should
consider
herself
insulted
and
freeze
him
with
an
icy
stare
.
Annixter
winced
at
the
very
thought
of
it
.
Better
let
the
whole
business
go
,
and
get
to
work
.
He
was
wasting
half
the
morning
.
Yet
,
if
she
DID
want
to
give
him
the
opportunity
of
kissing
her
,
and
he
failed
to
take
advantage
of
it
,
what
a
ninny
she
would
think
him
;
she
would
despise
him
for
being
afraid
.
He
afraid
!
He
,
Annixter
,
afraid
of
a
fool
,
feemale
girl
.
Why
,
he
owed
it
to
himself
as
a
man
to
go
as
far
as
he
could
.
He
told
himself
that
that
goat
Osterman
would
have
kissed
Hilma
Tree
weeks
ago
.
To
test
his
state
of
mind
,
he
imagined
himself
as
having
decided
to
kiss
her
,
after
all
,
and
at
once
was
surprised
to
experience
a
poignant
qualm
of
excitement
,
his
heart
beating
heavily
,
his
breath
coming
short
.
At
the
same
time
,
his
courage
remained
with
him
.
He
was
not
afraid
to
try
.
He
felt
a
greater
respect
for
himself
because
of
this
.
His
self
-
assurance
hardened
within
him
,
and
as
Hilma
turned
to
him
,
asking
him
to
taste
a
cut
from
one
of
the
ripe
cheeses
,
he
suddenly
stepped
close
to
her
,
throwing
an
arm
about
her
shoulders
,
advancing
his
head
.
But
at
the
last
second
,
he
bungled
,
hesitated
;
Hilma
shrank
from
him
,
supple
as
a
young
reed
;
Annixter
clutched
harshly
at
her
arm
,
and
trod
his
full
weight
upon
one
of
her
slender
feet
,
his
cheek
and
chin
barely
touching
the
delicate
pink
lobe
of
one
of
her
ears
,
his
lips
brushing
merely
a
fold
of
her
shirt
waist
between
neck
and
shoulder
.
The
thing
was
a
failure
,
and
at
once
he
realised
that
nothing
had
been
further
from
Hilma
’
s
mind
than
the
idea
of
his
kissing
her
.
She
started
back
from
him
abruptly
,
her
hands
nervously
clasped
against
her
breast
,
drawing
in
her
breath
sharply
and
holding
it
with
a
little
,
tremulous
catch
of
the
throat
that
sent
a
quivering
vibration
the
length
of
her
smooth
,
white
neck
.
Her
eyes
opened
wide
with
a
childlike
look
,
more
of
astonishment
than
anger
.
She
was
surprised
,
out
of
all
measure
,
discountenanced
,
taken
all
aback
,
and
when
she
found
her
breath
,
gave
voice
to
a
great
“
Oh
”
of
dismay
and
distress
.
For
an
instant
,
Annixter
stood
awkwardly
in
his
place
,
ridiculous
,
clumsy
,
murmuring
over
and
over
again
:
“
Well
—
well
—
that
’
s
all
right
—
who
’
s
going
to
hurt
you
?
You
needn
’
t
be
afraid
—
who
’
s
going
to
hurt
you
—
that
’
s
all
right
.
”
Then
,
suddenly
,
with
a
quick
,
indefinite
gesture
of
one
arm
,
he
exclaimed
:
“
Good
-
bye
,
I
—
I
’
m
sorry
.
”
He
turned
away
,
striding
up
the
stairs
,
crossing
the
dairy
-
room
,
and
regained
the
open
air
,
raging
and
furious
.
He
turned
toward
the
barns
,
clapping
his
hat
upon
his
head
,
muttering
the
while
under
his
breath
:
