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He
waited
,
wondering
what
she
would
do
and
was
surprised
when
,
without
a
word
,
she
went
into
the
bathroom
and
turned
on
the
tap
herself
.
He
took
his
towel
and
went
slowly
in
as
she
came
out
.
And
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
Michael
entirely
bathed
himself
.
He
knew
by
this
that
he
was
in
disgrace
,
and
he
purposely
neglected
to
wash
behind
his
ears
.
"
Shall
I
let
out
the
water
?
"
he
enquired
in
the
rudest
voice
he
had
.
There
was
no
reply
.
"
Pooh
,
I
do
n't
care
!
"
said
Michael
,
and
the
hot
heavy
weight
that
was
within
him
swelled
and
grew
larger
.
"
I
do
n't
care
!
"
He
dressed
himself
then
,
putting
on
his
best
clothes
,
that
he
knew
were
only
for
Sunday
.
And
after
that
he
went
downstairs
,
kicking
the
banisters
with
his
feet
--
a
thing
he
knew
he
should
not
do
as
it
waked
up
everybody
else
in
the
house
.
On
the
stairs
he
met
Ellen
,
the
housemaid
,
and
as
he
passed
her
he
knocked
the
hot-water
jug
out
of
her
hand
.
"
Well
,
you
are
a
clumsy
,
"
said
Ellen
,
as
she
bent
down
to
mop
up
the
water
.
"
That
was
for
your
father
's
shaving
.
"
"
I
meant
to
,
"
said
Michael
calmly
.
Ellen
's
red
face
went
quite
white
with
surprise
.
"
Meant
to
?
You
meant
--
well
,
then
,
you
're
a
very
bad
heathen
boy
,
and
I
'll
tell
your
Ma
,
so
I
will
--
"
