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hell have you been doing?’
’And what if I don’t choose to tell you?’ She pulled her hat
from her head and shook her hair.
He lied at her with his eyes bulging, and yellow coming
into the whites. It was very bad for him to get into these
rages: Mrs Bolton had a weary time with him, for days after.
Connie felt a sudden qualm.
But really!’ she said, milder. ‘Anyone would think I’d
been I don’t know where! I just sat in the hut during all the
storm, and made myself a little fire, and was happy.’
She spoke now easily. After all, why work him up any
more!
He looked at her suspiciously.
And look at your hair!’ he said; ‘look at yourself!’
’Yes!’ she replied calmly. ‘I ran out in the rain with no
clothes on.’
He stared at her speechless.
’You must be mad!’ he said.
’Why? To like a shower bath from the rain?’
’And how did you dry yourself?’
’On an old towel and at the fire.’
He still stared at her in a dumbfounded way.
’And supposing anybody came,’ he said.
’Who would come?’
’Who? Why, anybody! And Mellors. Does he come? He
must come in the evenings.’
’Yes, he came later, when it had cleared up, to feed the
pheasants with corn.’
She spoke with amazing nonchalance. Mrs Bolton, who

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