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nimal　that　lived

in　the　darkness　under　the　leaves　and　never　came　out；　but　which

lived　vividly；　swift　and　intense。　She　always　thought　of　him　with

that　black；　keen；　blind　head。　And　she　considered　him　odd。

He　appeared　at　the　Marsh　one　Sunday　morning：　a　rather　long；

thin　youth　with　a　bright　face　and　a　curious　self…possession

among　his　shyness；　a　native　unawareness　of　what　other　people

might　be；　since　he　was　himself。

When　Anna　came　downstairs　in　her　Sunday　clothes；　ready　for

church；　he　rose　and　greeted　her　conventionally；　shaking　hands。

His　manners　were　better　than　hers。　She　flushed。　She　noticed　that

he　now　had　a　thick　fledge　on　his　upper　lip；　a　black；

finely…shapen　line　marking　his　wide　mouth。　It　rather　repelled

her。　It　reminded　her　of　the　thin；　fine　fur　of　his　hair。　She　was

aware　of　something　strange　in　him。

His　voice　had　rather　high　upper　notes；　and　very　resonant

middle　notes。　It　was　queer。　She　wondered　why　he　did　it。　But　he

sat　very　naturally　in　the　Marsh　living…room。　He　had　some

uncouthness；　some　natural　self…possession　of　the　Brangwens；　that

made　him　at　home　there。

Anna　was　rather　troubled　by　the　strangely　intimate；

affectionate　way　her　father　had　towards　this　young　man。　He

seemed　gentle　towards　him；　he　put　himself　aside　in　order　to　fill

out　the　young　man。　This　irritated　Anna。

〃Father；〃　she　said　abruptly；　〃give　me　some　collection。〃

〃What　collection？〃　asked　Brangwen。

〃Don't　be　ridiculous；〃　she　cried；　flushing。

〃Nay；〃　he　said；　〃what　collection's　this？〃

〃You　know　it's　the　first　Sunday　of　the　month。〃

Anna　stood　confused。　Why　was　he　doing　this；　why　was　he　making

her　c