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’
A
poacher
,
your
Ladyship
,
’
said
the
man
satirically
.
She
glanced
at
him
angrily
.
’
No
wonder
the
child
cried
,
’
she
said
,
’
if
you
shot
it
when
she
was
there
.
No
wonder
she
cried
!
’
He
looked
into
Connie
’
s
eyes
,
laconic
,
contemptuous
,
not
hiding
his
feelings
.
And
again
Connie
flushed
;
she
felt
she
had
been
making
a
scene
,
the
man
did
not
respect
her
.
’
What
is
your
name
?
’
she
said
playfully
to
the
child
.
’
Won
’
t
you
tell
me
your
name
?
’
Sniffs
;
then
very
affectedly
in
a
piping
voice
:
’
Connie
Mellors
!
’
’
Connie
Mellors
!
Well
,
that
’
s
a
nice
name
!
And
did
you
come
out
with
your
Daddy
,
and
he
shot
a
pussy
?
But
it
was
a
bad
pussy
!
’
The
child
looked
at
her
,
with
bold
,
dark
eyes
of
scrutiny
,
sizing
her
up
,
and
her
condolence
.
’
I
wanted
to
stop
with
my
Gran
,
’
said
the
little
girl
.
’
Did
you
?
But
where
is
your
Gran
?
’
