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HAVE to come back and lie against me, so I could feel him
with me. That was all I wanted, to feel him there with me,
warm. And it took me a thousand shocks before I knew he
wouldn’t come back, it took me years.’
’The touch of him,’ said Connie.
’That’s it, my Lady, the touch of him! I’ve never got over
it to this day, and never shall. And if there’s a heaven above,
he’ll be there, and will lie up against me so I can sleep.’
Connie glanced at the handsome, brooding face in fear.
Another passionate one out of Tevershall! The touch of him!
For the bonds of love are ill to loose!
’It’s terrible, once you’ve got a man into your blood!’ she
said. ‘Oh, my Lady! And that’s what makes you feel so bit-
ter. You feel folks WANTED him killed. You feel the pit fair
WANTED to kill him. Oh, I felt, if it hadn’t been for the
pit, an’ them as runs the pit, there’d have been no leaving
me. But they all WANT to separate a woman and a man, if
they’re together.’
’If they’re physically together,’ said Connie.
’That’s right, my Lady! There’s a lot of hard-hearted folks
in the world. And every morning when he got up and went
to th’ pit, I felt it was wrong, wrong. But what else could he
do? What can a man do?’
A queer hate flared in the woman.
’But can a touch last so long?’ Connie asked suddenly.
‘That you could feel him so long?’
’Oh my Lady, what else is there to last? Children grows
away from you. But the man, well! But even THAT they’d
like to kill in you, the very thought of the touch of him.

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