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that Mrs Bolton should come at ten to disturb them. At ten
o’clock Connie could go upstairs and be alone. Clifford was
in good hands with Mrs Bolton.
Mrs Bolton ate with Mrs Betts in the housekeeper’s
room, since they were all agreeable. And it was curious how
much closer the servants’ quarters seemed to have come;
right up to the doors of Clifford’s study, when before they
were so remote. For Mrs Betts would sometimes sit in Mrs
Bolton’s room, and Connie heard their lowered voices, and
felt somehow the strong, other vibration of the working
people almost invading the sitting-room, when she and
Clifford were alone. So changed was Wragby merely by Mrs
Bolton’s coming.
And Connie felt herself released, in another world, she
felt she breathed differently. But still she was afraid of how
many of her roots, perhaps mortal ones, were tangled with
Clifford’s. Yet still, she breathed freer, a new phase was go-
ing to begin in her life.

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