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’
It
’
s
a
lovely
day
,
today
!
’
Mrs
Bolton
would
say
in
her
caressive
,
persuasive
voice
.
’
I
should
think
you
’
d
enjoy
a
little
run
in
your
chair
today
,
the
sun
’
s
just
lovely
.
’
’
Yes
?
Will
you
give
me
that
book
-
-
there
,
that
yellow
one
.
And
I
think
I
’
ll
have
those
hyacinths
taken
out
.
’
’
Why
they
’
re
so
beautiful
!
’
She
pronounced
it
with
the
’
y
’
sound
:
be
-
yutiful
!
’
And
the
scent
is
simply
gorgeous
.
’
’
The
scent
is
what
I
object
to
,
’
he
said
.
’
It
’
s
a
little
funereal
.
’
’
Do
you
think
so
!
’
she
exclaimed
in
surprise
,
just
a
little
offended
,
but
impressed
.
And
she
carried
the
hyacinths
out
of
the
room
,
impressed
by
his
higher
fastidiousness
.
’
Shall
I
shave
you
this
morning
,
or
would
you
rather
do
it
yourself
?
’
Always
the
same
soft
,
caressive
,
subservient
,
yet
managing
voice
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
.
Do
you
mind
waiting
a
while
.
I
’
ll
ring
when
I
’
m
ready
.
’
’
Very
good
,
Sir
Clifford
!
’
she
replied
,
so
soft
and
submissive
,
withdrawing
quietly
.
But
every
rebuff
stored
up
new
energy
of
will
in
her
.
When
he
rang
,
after
a
time
,
she
would
appear
at
once
.
And
then
he
would
say
:
’
I
think
I
’
d
rather
you
shaved
me
this
morning
.
