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’Would you like to go upstairs now?’ he asked her, in a
strangled sort of voice.
’No, not here. Not now!’ she said heavily, though if he
had used any power over her, she would have gone, for she
had no strength against him.
He turned his face away again, and seemed to forget her.
‘I want to touch you like you touch me,’ she said. ‘I’ve never
really touched your body.’
He looked at her, and smiled again. ‘Now?’ he said. ‘No!
No! Not here! At the hut. Would you mind?’
’How do I touch you?’ he asked.
’When you feel me.’
He looked at her, and met her heavy, anxious eyes.
’And do you like it when I feel you?’ he asked, laughing
at her still.
’Yes, do you?’ she said.
’Oh, me!’ Then he changed his tone. ‘Yes,’ he said. ‘You
know without asking.’ Which was true.
She rose and picked up her hat. ‘I must go,’ she said.
’Will you go?’ he replied politely.
She wanted him to touch her, to say something to her,
but he said nothing, only waited politely.
’Thank you for the tea,’ she said.
’I haven’t thanked your Ladyship for doing me the hon-
ours of my tea-pot,’ he said.
She went down the path, and he stood in the doorway,
faintly grinning. Flossie came running with her tail lift-
ed. And Connie had to plod dumbly across into the wood,
knowing he was standing there watching her, with that in-