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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `I? What am I doing but talking perfectly sincerely to a woman at this moment?'
2.  `What is your name?' she said playfully to the child. `Won't you tell me your name?'
3.  `Ah canna tell yer, m'Lady! Ah know nob'dy as ma'es keys round 'ere.'
4.  And he, as he went indoors, was thinking: `She's nice, she's real! She's nicer than she knows.'
5.  Michaelis arrived duly, in a very neat car, with a chauffeur and a manservant. He was absolutely Bond Street! But at right of him something in Clifford's county soul recoiled. He wasn't exactly... not exactly...in fact, he wasn't at all, well, what his appearance intended to imply. To Clifford this was final and enough. Yet he was very polite to the man; to the amazing success in him. The bitch-goddess, as she is called, of Success, roamed, snarling and protective, round the half-humble, half-defiant Michaelis' heels, and intimidated Clifford completely: for he wanted to prostitute himself to the bitch-goddess, Success also, if only she would have him.
6.  His relatives treated her quite kindly. She knew that the kindliness indicated a lack of fear, and that these people had no respect for you unless you could frighten them a little. But again she had no contact. She let them be kindly and disdainful, she let them feel they had no need to draw their steel in readiness. She had no real connexion with them.

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1.  Connie looked up at him at last. The child, her child, was just an `it' to him. It...it...it!
2.  `Was yer waitin' to get in?' he asked, looking at the hut, not at her.
3.  There were people staying in the house, among them Clifford's Aunt Eva, Lady Bennerley. She was a thin woman of sixty, with a red nose, a widow, and still something of a grande dame. She belonged to one of the best families, and had the character to carry it off. Connie liked her, she was so perfectly simple and [rank, as far as she intended to be frank, and superficially kind. Inside herself she was a past-mistress in holding her own, and holding other people a little lower. She was not at all a snob: far too sure of herself. She was perfect at the social sport of coolly holding her own, and making other people defer to her.
4.  Sudden, shuddering quivers of reminiscent sobs. `Yes!'
5.  `I've already discussed it with her,' said Hilda.
6.  `What tradition?' asked Connie.

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1.  `Ah'm gettin' th' coops ready for th' young bods,' he said, in broad vernacular.
2.  `A woman wants you to like her and talk to her, and at the same time love her and desire her; and it seems to me the two things are mutually exclusive.'
3.  Connie was in love with him, but she managed to sit with her embroidery and let the men talk, and not give herself away. As for Michaelis, he was perfect; exactly the same melancholic, attentive, aloof young fellow of the previous evening, millions of degrees remote from his hosts, but laconically playing up to them to the required amount, and never coming forth to them for a moment. Connie felt he must have forgotten the morning. He had not forgotten. But he knew where he was...in the same old place outside, where the born outsiders are. He didn't take the love-making altogether personally. He knew it would not change him from an ownerless dog, whom everybody begrudges its golden collar, into a comfortable society dog.
4.  `You mean you wouldn't mind if he made love to Julia in some discreet alcove?'
5.   `All right!' she said.
6.  Michaelis was disgusted. Hilda didn't like Michaelis, but she almost preferred him to Clifford. Back went the sisters to the Midlands.

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1.  `Spirits!' said Jack, drinking his whisky and soda.
2.  Hilda set her jaw, and that meant something.
3.  He gave a queer little bow, lifting his hat. `You did, your Ladyship,' he said; then, with a return to the vernacular: `but I canna tell yer.' And he became a soldier, inscrutable, only pale with annoyance.
4、  And if after the roused intimacy of these vivid and soul-enlightened discussions the sex thing became more or less inevitable, then let it. It marked the end of a chapter. It had a thrill of its own too: a queer vibrating thrill inside the body, a final spasm of self-assertion, like the last word, exciting, and very like the row of asterisks that can be put to show the end of a paragraph, and a break in the theme.
5、  He thought for a moment, then flushed very red. He was angry and offended.

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      Chapter 8

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      Connie looked at him amazed: and yet she felt nothing. These men, they were all alike, they left everything out. They just went off from the top of their heads as if they were squibs, and expected you to be carried heavenwards along with their own thin sticks.

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       `Will Connie go?' asked Clifford.

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      Olive was reading a book about the future, when babies would be bred in bottles, and women would be `immunized'.}

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      `Then let's leave it all alone, and just be decent and simple, like proper human beings with one another. Be damned to the artificial sex-compulsion! I refuse it!'

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       `Was Mellors there?'

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