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Ϸע88ַ:a g 9 559 v i p<`Was Mellors there?'`Spirits!' said Jack, drinking his whisky and soda.

He laughed grimly: `I want it!' he said. `That's good! I want to hang on with my teeth clenched, while you go for me!'


Connie and he were attached to one another, in the aloof modern way. He was much too hurt in himself, the great shock of his maiming, to be easy and flippant. He was a hurt thing. And as such Connie stuck to him passionately.

Clifford had been long enough in the hands of nurses; he hated them, because they left him no real privacy. And a manservant!...he couldn't stand a man hanging round him. Almost better any woman. But why not Connie?

Her breasts were rather small, and dropping pear-shaped. But they were unripe, a little bitter, without meaning hanging there. And her belly had lost the fresh, round gleam it had had when she was young, in the days of her German boy, who really loved her physically. Then it was young and expectant, with a real look of its own. Now it was going slack, and a little flat, thinner, but with a slack thinness. Her thighs, too, they used to look so quick and glimpsy in their female roundness, somehow they too were going flat, slack, meaningless.

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`But isn't there something special about him?' Connie insisted.<`Think so? Give me the resurrection of the body!' said Dukes.

It was as if thousands and thousands of little roots and threads of consciousness in him and her had grown together into a tangled mass, till they could crowd no more, and the plant was dying. Now quietly, subtly, she was unravelling the tangle of his consciousness and hers, breaking the threads gently, one by one, with patience and impatience to get clear. But the bonds of such love are more ill to loose even than most bonds; though Mrs Bolton's coming had been a great help.

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`Wrong! Good God, no! You're only too infinitely good to me...I can hardly bear it.'

`I thought you would go straight ahead,' said Connie. `And leave you to run after us?' said Clifford.


Then he looked up at her with that awful appeal in his full, glowing eyes. She was utterly incapable of resisting it. From her breast flowed the answering, immense yearning over him; she must give him anything, anything.





Ϸע88ʷưְΪдռ 5ʱд122 `In what way doesn't it suit her?' he asked stiffly. ϸ

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Ϸע88ƵӢŮӸԼѷƬҶӳú Ц Curious, she thought, that that thin, proud man should have that little, sharp woman for a mother! ϸ

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