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Lady Chatterley's Lover - 19

2007-03-29T12:24:17Z

‘Never mind, never mind, we won't get worked up. We really trust in the little flame, and in the unnamed god that shields it from being blown out. There's so much of you here with me, really, that it's a pity you aren't all here.
Never mind about Sir Clifford. If you don't hear anything from him, never mind. He can't really do anything to you. Wait, he will want to get rid of you at last, to cast you out. And if he doesn't, we'll manage to keep clear of him. But he will. In the end he will want to spew you out as the abominable thing.
Now I can't even leave off writing to you.
But a great deal of us is together, and we can but abide by it, and steer our courses to meet soon. John Thomas says good-night to Lady Jane, a little droopingly, but with a hopeful heart.' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 18

2007-03-29T12:23:31Z

‘'He's a little black pup with a corrugated distemper,' said Mellors.
'No, he wasn't nice today.'
'And will you go and be a model to him?'
'Oh, I don't really mind any more. He won't touch me. And I don't mind anything, if it paves the way to a life together for you and me.'
'But he'll only shit on you on canvas.'
'I don't care. He'll only be painting his own feelings for me, and I don't mind if he does that. I wouldn't have him touch me, not for anything. But if he thinks he can do anything with his owlish arty staring, let him stare. He can make as many empty tubes and corrugations out of me as he likes. It's his funeral. He hated you for what you said: that his tubified art is sentimental and self-important. But of course it's true.'' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 17

2007-03-29T12:22:42Z

‘So Duncan left her alone: really quite pleased to be able to. All the same, he offered her a soft stream of a queer, inverted sort of love. He wanted to be with her.
'Have you ever thought,' he said to her one day, 'how very little people are connected with one another. Look at Daniele! He is handsome as a son of the sun. But see how alone he looks in his handsomeness. Yet I bet he has a wife and family, and couldn't possibly go away from them.'
'Ask him,' said Connie.
Duncan did so. Daniele said he was married, and had two children, both male, aged seven and nine. But he betrayed no emotion over the fact.
'Perhaps only people who are capable of real togetherness have that look of being alone in the universe,' said Connie. 'The others have a certain stickiness, they stick to the mass, like Giovanni.' 'And,' she thought to herself, 'like you, Duncan.'' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 16

2007-03-29T12:21:54Z

‘Connie's face was running with tears as she got into the car with her little bag. Hilda snatched up the motoring helmet with the disfiguring goggles.
'Put it on!' she said. And Connie pulled on the disguise, then the long motoring coat, and she sat down, a goggling inhuman, unrecognizable creature. Hilda started the car with a businesslike motion. They heaved out of the lane, and were away down the road. Connie had looked round, but there was no sight of him. Away! Away! She sat in bitter tears. The parting had come so suddenly, so unexpectedly. It was like death.
'Thank goodness you'll be away from him for some time!' said Hilda, turning to avoid Crosshill village.' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 15

2007-03-29T12:21:02Z

‘He would accompany her to the broad riding. His young pheasants were all right under the shelter.
When he and she came out on to the riding, there was Mrs Bolton faltering palely towards them.
'Oh, my Lady, we wondered if anything had happened!'
'No! Nothing has happened.'
Mrs Bolton looked into the man's face, that was smooth and new-looking with love. She met his half-laughing, half-mocking eyes. He always laughed at mischance. But he looked at her kindly.
'Evening, Mrs Bolton! Your Ladyship will be all right now, so I can leave you. Good-night to your Ladyship! Good-night, Mrs Bolton!'
He saluted and turned away.' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 14

2007-03-29T12:20:07Z

‘And still she lay musing, musing. It was very hard to go: to go out of his arms. He called from the foot of the stairs: 'Half past seven!' She sighed, and got out of bed. The bare little room! Nothing in it at all but the small chest of drawers and the smallish bed. But the board floor was scrubbed clean. And in the corner by the window gable was a shelf with some books, and some from a circulating library. She looked. There were books about Bolshevist Russia, books of travel, a volume about the atom and the electron, another about the composition of the earth's core, and the causes of earthquakes: then a few novels: then three books on India. So! He was a reader after all.
The sun fell on her naked limbs through the gable window. Outside she saw the dog Flossie roaming round. The hazel-brake was misted with green, and dark-green dogs-mercury under. It was a clear clean morning with birds flying and triumphantly singing. If only she could stay! If only there weren't the other ghastly world of smoke and iron! If only HE would make her a world.
She came downstairs, down the steep, narrow wooden stairs. Still she would be content with this little house, if only it were in a world of its own.' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 13

2007-03-29T12:19:13Z

‘Connie returned to her room, threw her pyjamas on the tossed bed, put on a thin tennis-dress and over that a woollen day-dress, put on rubber tennis-shoes, and then a light coat. And she was ready. If she met anybody, she was just going out for a few minutes. And in the morning, when she came in again, she would just have been for a little walk in the dew, as she fairly often did before breakfast. For the rest, the only danger was that someone should go into her room during the night. But that was most unlikely: not one chance in a hundred.
Betts had not locked up. He fastened up the house at ten o'clock, and unfastened it again at seven in the morning. She slipped out silently and unseen. There was a half-moon shining, enough to make a little light in the world, not enough to show her up in her dark-grey coat. She walked quickly across the park, not really in the thrill of the assignation, but with a certain anger and rebellion burning in her heart. It was not the right sort of heart to take to a love-meeting. But à la guerre comme à la guerre!' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 12

2007-03-29T12:18:22Z

‘She lay still. He softly opened the door. The sky was dark blue, with crystalline, turquoise rim. He went out, to shut up the hens, speaking softly to his dog. And she lay and wondered at the wonder of life, and of being.
When he came back she was still lying there, glowing like a gipsy. He sat on the stool by her.
'Tha mun come one naight ter th' cottage, afore tha goos; sholl ter?' he asked, lifting his eyebrows as he looked at her, his hands dangling between his knees.
'Sholl ter?' she echoed, teasing.' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 11

2007-03-29T12:17:32Z

‘A queer hate flared in the woman.
'But can a touch last so long?' Connie asked suddenly. 'That you could feel him so long?'
'Oh my Lady, what else is there to last? Children grows away from you. But the man, well! But even that they'd like to kill in you, the very thought of the touch of him. Even your own children! Ah well! We might have drifted apart, who knows. But the feeling's something different. It's 'appen better never to care. But there, when I look at women who's never really been warmed through by a man, well, they seem to me poor doolowls after all, no matter how they may dress up and gad. No, I'll abide by my own. I've not much respect for people.'' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence

Lady Chatterley's Lover - 10

2007-03-29T12:16:41Z

‘With a sudden snap the bleeding desire that had drawn him after her broke. He had broken it, because it must be so. There must be a coming together on both sides. And if she wasn't coming to him, he wouldn't track her down. He mustn't. He must go away, till she came.
He turned slowly, ponderingly, accepting again the isolation. He knew it was better so. She must come to him: it was no use his trailing after her. No use!
Mrs Bolton saw him disappear, saw his dog run after him.
'Well, well!' she said. 'He's the one man I never thought of; and the one man I might have thought of. He was nice to me when he was a lad, after I lost Ted. Well, well! Whatever would he say if he knew!'
And she glanced triumphantly at the already sleeping Clifford, as she stepped softly from the room.' (D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley's Lover). - Lady Chatterley's Lover / David Herbert Lawrence