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in a struggling unwilling fashion. Still, she nosed her way
up unevenly, till she came to where the hyacinths were all
around her, then she balked, struggled, jerked a little way
out of the flowers, then stopped
’We’d better sound the horn and see if the keeper will
come,’ said Connie. ‘He could push her a bit. For that mat-
ter, I will push. It helps.’
’We’ll let her breathe,’ said Clifford. ‘Do you mind put-
ting a scotch under the wheel?’
Connie found a stone, and they waited. After a while
Clifford started his motor again, then set the chair in mo-
tion. It struggled and faltered like a sick thing, with curious
noises.
’Let me push!’ said Connie, coming up behind.
’No! Don’t push!’ he said angrily. ‘What’s the good of the
damned thing, if it has to be pushed! Put the stone under!’
There was another pause, then another start; but more
ineffectual than before.
’You MUST let me push,’ said she. ‘Or sound the horn for
the keeper.’
’Wait!’
She waited; and he had another try, doing more harm
than good.
’Sound the horn then, if you won’t let me push,’ she said.
‘Hell! Be quiet a moment!’
She was quiet a moment: he made shattering efforts with
the little motor.
’You’ll only break the thing down altogether, Clifford,’
she remonstrated; ‘besides wasting your nervous energy.’

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