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But neither would he get the better of her.
’And do you really think,’ she said, a little more humanly,
‘it’s worth the risk.’
’Is what worth what risk?’
’This escapade with my sister.’
He flickered his irritating grin.
’Yo’ maun ax ‘er!’ Then he looked at Connie.
’Tha comes o’ thine own accord, lass, doesn’t ter? It’s non
me as forces thee?’
Connie looked at Hilda.
’I wish you wouldn’t cavil, Hilda.’
’Naturally I don’t want to. But someone has to think
about things. You’ve got to have some sort of continuity in
your life. You can’t just go making a mess.’
There was a moment’s pause.
’Eh, continuity!’ he said. ‘An’ what by that? What con-
tinuity ave yer got i’ YOUR life? I thought you was gettin’
divorced. What continuity’s that? Continuity o’ yer own
stubbornness. I can see that much. An’ what good’s it goin’
to do yer? You’ll be sick o’ yer continuity afore yer a fat sight
older. A stubborn woman an er own self-will: ay, they make
a fast continuity, they do. Thank heaven, it isn’t me as ‘as got
th’ ‘andlin’ of yer!’
’What right have you to speak like that to me?’ said Hil-
da.
’Right! What right ha’ yo’ ter start harnessin’ other folks i’
your continuity? Leave folks to their own continuities.’
’My dear man, do you think I am concerned with you?’
said Hilda softly.

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