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Flint flew wildly in to tidy up, and Connie came slowly after her, hesitating in the rather dark kitchen where the kettle was boiling by the fire. "Will you come in here." They went into the living-room, where a baby was sitting on the rag hearthrug, and the table was roughly set for tea. A young servant-girl backed down the passage, shy and awkward. The baby was a perky little thing of about a year, with red hair like its father, and cheeky pale-blue eyes. It maureen larrazabal sex video uncut sat among cushions and was surrounded with rag dolls and other toys in modern excess. "Why, what a dear she is!" said Connie, "and how she's grown! A big girl!" She had given it a shawl when it was born, and celluloid ducks for Christmas. Lady Chatterley--you know Lady Chatterley, don't you?" The queer pert little mite gazed cheekily at Connie. The baby didn't care one way or another, so Connie picked her up and held her in her lap. How warm and lovely it was to hold a child in one's lap, and the soft little arms, the unconscious cheeky little legs. "I was just having a rough cup of tea all by myself.

Luke's gone to market, so I can have it when I like. I don't suppose it's what you're used to, but if you would." Connie would, though she didn't want to be reminded of what she was used to. There was a great relaying of the table, and the best cups brought and the best teapot. "If only you wouldn't take any trouble," maureen larrazabal sex video uncut said Connie. So Connie played with the child and was amused by its little female dauntlessness, and got a deep voluptuous pleasure out of its soft young warmth. She had a cup of tea, which was rather strong, and very good bread and butter, and bottled damsons. Flint flushed and glowed and bridled with excitement, maureen larrazabal sex video uncut as if Connie were some gallant knight. And they had a real female chat, and both maureen larrazabal sex video uncut of them enjoyed it. "It's much nicer than at home," said Connie truthfully. He'll be wondering all kinds of things." "He'maureen larrazabal sex video uncut ll never think you're here," laughed Mrs.

"He'll be sending the crier round." "Good-bye, Josephine," said Connie, kissing the baby and ruffling its red, wispy hair. Flint insisted on opening the locked and barred front door. Connie emerged in the farm's little front garden, shut in by a privet hedge. There were two rows of auriculas by the path, very velvety and rich. "Have some." And eagerly she picked the velvet and primrose flowers.

But the gate's locked, you'll have to climb." "I can climb," said Connie. "Perhaps I can just go down the close with you." They went down the poor, rabbit-bitten pasture. Birds were whistling in wild evening triumph in the wood. A man was calling up the last cows, which trailed slowly over the path-worn pasture. "They know Luke won't be back till after dark." They came to the fence, beyond which the young fir wood bristled dense. "There's the keeper's empty bottle for his milk," explained Mrs. "We bring it as far as here for him, and then he fetches it himself." "When?" said Connie. It was so lovely having you." Connie climbed the fence into the narrow path between the dense, bristling young firs. Flint went running back across the pasture, in a sunbonnet, because she was really a school-teacher. Constance didn't like this dense new part of the wood; it seemed gruesome and choking. She hurried on with her head down, thinking of the Flints' baby. It was a dear little thing, but it would be a bit bow-legged like its father. It showed already, but perhaps it would grow out of it.

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And he stepped up to her, and put his arm around her. She felt the front of his body terribly near to her, and alive.