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Connie’s face was running with tears as she got into the
car with her little bag. Hilda snatched up the motoring hel-
met with the disfiguring goggles.
’Put it on!’ she said. And Connie pulled on the disguise,
then the long motoring coat, and she sat down, a goggling
inhuman, unrecognizable creature. Hilda started the car
with a businesslike motion. They heaved out of the lane,
and were away down the road. Connie had looked round,
but there was no sight of him. Away! Away! She sat in bitter
tears. The parting had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly.
It was like death.
’Thank goodness you’ll be away from him for some time!’
said Hilda, turning to avoid Crosshill village.

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