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’Nay, you know better than I do. The sort of youngish
gentleman a bit like a lady, and no balls.’
’What balls?’
’Balls! A man’s balls!’
She pondered this.
’But is it a question of that?’ she said, a little annoyed.
’You say a man’s got no brain, when he’s a fool: and no
heart, when he’s mean; and no stomach when he’s a funker.
And when he’s got none of that spunky wild bit of a man in
him, you say he’s got no balls. When he’s a sort of tame.’
She pondered this.
’And is Clifford tame?’ she asked.
’Tame, and nasty with it: like most such fellows, when
you come up against ‘em.’
’And do you think you’re not tame?’
’Maybe not quite!’
At length she saw in the distance a yellow light.
She stood still.
’There is a light!’ she said.
’I always leave a light in the house,’ he said.
She went on again at his side, but not touching him, won-
dering why she was going with him at all.
He unlocked, and they went in, he bolting the door be-
hind them. As if it were a prison, she thought! The kettle
was singing by the red fire, there were cups on the table.
She sat in the wooden arm-chair by the fire. It was warm
after the chill outside.
’I’ll take off my shoes, they are wet,’ she said.
She sat with her stockinged feet on the bright steel fender.