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Chapter 14

hen she got near the park-gate, she heard the click of
Wthe latch. He was there, then, in the darkness of the
wood, and had seen her!
’You are good and early,’ he said out of the dark. ‘Was ev-
erything all right?’
’Perfectly easy.’
He shut the gate quietly after her, and made a spot of
light on the dark ground, showing the pallid flowers still
standing there open in the night. They went on apart, in
silence.
’Are you sure you didn’t hurt yourself this morning with
that chair?’ she asked.
’No, no!’
’When you had that pneumonia, what did it do to you?’
’Oh nothing! it left my heart not so strong and the lungs
not so elastic. But it always does that.’
’And you ought not to make violent physical efforts?’
’Not often.’
She plodded on in an angry silence.
’Did you hate Clifford?’ she said at last.
’Hate him, no! I’ve met too many like him to upset myself
hating him. I know beforehand I don’t care for his sort, and
I let it go at that.’
’What is his sort?’

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