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"But I won't be late any more," she said to herself; "it's too annoying." The next day she did not go to the wood. He could occasionally go out now in the car, and had a strong young man as chauffeur, who could help him out of the car if need be.

He particularly wanted to see his godfather, Leslie Winter, who lived at Shipley Hall, not far from Uthwaite. Winter was an elderly gentleman now, wealthy, one of the wealthy coal-owners who had had their heyday in sexy tight pussy teen girl fingering virgin pussy King Edward's time.

King Edward had stayed more than once at Shipley, for the shooting. It was a handsome old stucco hall, very elegantly appointed, for Winter was a bachelor and prided himself on his style; but the place was beset by collieries. Leslie Winter was attached to Clifford, but personally did not entertain a great respect for him, because of the photographs in illustrated papers and the literature. The old man was a buck of the King Edward school, who thought life was life and the scribbling fellows were something else. Towards Connie the Squire was always rather gallant; he thought her an attractive demure maiden and rather wasted on Clifford, and it was a thousand pities she stood no chance of bringing forth an heir to Wragby. Connie wondered what he would say if he knew that Clifford's gamekeeper had been having intercourse with her, and saying to her "tha mun come to th' cottage one time." He would detest and despise her, for he had come almost to hate the shoving forward of the working classes. A man of her own class he would not mind, for Connie was gifted from nature with this appearance of demure, submissive maidenliness, and perhaps it was part of her nature.

Winter pussy teen girl tukish called her "dear child" and gave her a rather lovely miniature of an eighteenth-century lady, rather against her will. But Connie was preoccupied with her affair with the keeper.

Winter, who was really a gentleman and a man of the world, treated her as a person and a discriminating individual; he did not lump her together with all the rest of pussy teen girl tukish his female womanhood in his "thee" and "tha." She did not go to the pussy teen girl tukish wood that day nor the next, nor the day following. She did not go so long as she felt, or imagined she felt, the man waiting for her, wanting her. But the fourth day she pussy teen girl tukish was terribly unsettled and uneasy. She still refused to go to the wood and open her thighs once rave girl fucked pussy more to the man. She thought of all the things she might do--drive to Sheffield, pay visits, and the thought of all these things was repellent. At last she decided pussy teen girl tukish to take a walk, not towards the wood, but in the opposite direction; she would go to Marehay, through the little iron gate in the other side of the park fence. She walked on unheeding, pussy teen girl tukish absorbed in thoughts she was not even pussy teen girl tukish conscious of. She was not really aware of anything outside her, till she was startled by the loud barking of the dog at Marehay Farm. Its pastures ran up to Wragby park fence, so they were neighbours, but it was some time since Connie had called. Don't you know me?"--She was afraid of dogs, and Bell stood back and bellowed, and she wanted to pass through the farmyard on to the warren path.

She was a woman of Constance's own age, had been a school-teacher, but Connie suspected her of being rather a false little thing. Flint's eyes glowed again, and she flushed like a young girl. Be quiet!" She darted forward and slashed at the dog with a white cloth she held in her hand, then came forward to Connie. Flint, glowing and looking up with a sort of flushed confusion, "but it's so long since she's seen you. I do hope you are better." "Yes thanks, I'm all right." "We've hardly seen you all winter. Will you come in and look at the baby?" "Well!" Connie hesitated.