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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `Jolly good thing too!' she said. `Then a woman can live her own life.' Strangeways wanted children, and she didn't.
2.  `No, leave it for a time. I'll have it done later.'
3.  `And was he a collier himself?'
4.  Connie never really understood him, but, in her way, she loved him. And all the time she felt the reflection of his hopelessness in her. She couldn't quite, quite love in hopelessness. And he, being hopeless, couldn't ever quite love at all.
5.  Connie was moving away `Well, thank you ever so much, Lady Chat'ley, I'm sure. Say thank you to Lady Chat'ley!'---this last to the child.
6.  `What did you do all afternoon?' he said.

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1.  `And do you like it?'
2.  She plodded on into the wood, knowing he was looking after her; he upset her so much, in spite of herself.
3.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
4.  `It must be! Can't be anybody else's. And it seems to me you don't get enough out of it.'
5.  Well, there it was: fated like the rest of things! It was rather awful, but why kick? You couldn't kick it away. It just went on. Life, like all the rest! On the low dark ceiling of cloud at night red blotches burned and quavered, dappling and swelling and contracting, like burns that give pain. It was the furnaces. At first they fascinated Connie with a sort of horror; she felt she was living underground. Then she got used to them. And in the morning it rained.
6.  `Good morning, Sir.'

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1.  He was a man in dark green velveteens and gaiters...the old style, with a red face and red moustache and distant eyes. He was going quickly downhill.
2.  `I think you're right, Clifford. And as far as I can see I agree with you. Only life may turn quite a new face on it all.'
3.  But in the morning, all the same, she was up at seven, and going downstairs to Clifford. She had to help him in all the intimate things, for he had no man, and refused a woman-servant. The housekeeper's husband, who had known him as a boy, helped him, and did any heavy lifting; but Connie did the personal things, and she did them willingly. It was a demand on her, but she had wanted to do what she could.
4.  `Not at all! You can marry.'
5.   And thus far it was a life: in the void. For the rest it was non-existence. Wragby was there, the servants...but spectral, not really existing. Connie went for walks in the park, and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and the mystery, kicking the brown leaves of autumn, and picking the primroses of spring. But it was all a dream; or rather it was like the simulacrum of reality. The oak-leaves were to her like oak-leaves seen ruffling in a mirror, she herself was a figure somebody had read about, picking primroses that were only shadows or memories, or words. No substance to her or anything...no touch, no contact! Only this life with Clifford, this endless spinning of webs of yarn, of the minutiae of consciousness, these stories Sir Malcolm said there was nothing in, and they wouldn't last. Why should there be anything in them, why should they last? Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Sufficient unto the moment is the appearance of reality.
6.  `Come then, shall I take you? Shall I take you to your Gran? Then your Daddy can do what he has to do.' She turned to the man. `It is your little girl, isn't it?'

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1.  `Yes, life is all too simple!'
2.  `They aren't, of course,' chimed in Berry, a brown, shy young man, who had called to see Dukes, and was staying the night.
3.  The hard air was still sulphurous, but they were both used to it. Round the near horizon went the haze, opalescent with frost and smoke, and on the top lay the small blue sky; so that it was like being inside an enclosure, always inside. Life always a dream or a frenzy, inside an enclosure.
4、  She had been supposed to have rather a good figure, but now she was out of fashion: a little too female, not enough like an adolescent boy. She was not very tall, a bit Scottish and short; but she had a certain fluent, down-slipping grace that might have been beauty. Her skin was faintly tawny, her limbs had a certain stillness, her body should have had a full, down-slipping richness; but it lacked something.
5、  `Perhaps she'll float off into space altogether,' said Dukes.

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  • 燕王俊 08-11

      `Well then we're all plucked apples,' said Hammond, rather acidly and petulantly.

  • 史博科 08-11

      Yet the village sympathized with Clifford and Connie in the abstract. In the flesh it was---You leave me alone!---on either side.

  • 罗伯特·萨克 08-11

       It had rained as usual, and the paths were too sodden for Clifford's chair, but Connie would go out. She went out alone every day now, mostly in the wood, where she was really alone. She saw nobody there.

  • 孙雯 08-11

      `And was he a collier himself?'

  • 任小宝 08-10

    {  `I suppose I can take her to the cottage?' asked Connie.

  • 戴维·帕卡德 08-09

      `Maybe it does...and too little of you goes that way, Hammond, my boy, married or not. You can keep the purity and integrity of your mind, but it's going damned dry. Your pure mind is going as dry as fiddlesticks, from what I see of it. You're simply talking it down.'}

  • 詹皇生 08-09

      She was stunned by this unexpected piece of brutality, at the moment when she was glowing with a sort of pleasure beyond words, and a sort of love for him. Because, after all, like so many modern men, he was finished almost before he had begun. And that forced the woman to be active.

  • 李振声 08-09

      `Ah'll get it anyhow. We'd best 'ave two keys ter th' place.'

  • 阿庆 08-08

       But occasional love, as a comfort arid soothing, was also a good thing, and he was not ungrateful. On the contrary, he was burningly, poignantly grateful for a piece of natural, spontaneous kindness: almost to tears. Beneath his pale, immobile, disillusioned face, his child's soul was sobbing with gratitude to the woman, and burning to come to her again; just as his outcast soul was knowing he would keep really clear of her.

  • 白举纲 08-06

    {  `Afternoon, my Lady!' He saluted and turned abruptly away. She had wakened the sleeping dogs of old voracious anger in him, anger against the self-willed female. And he was powerless, powerless. He knew it!

  • 边骥 08-06

      `It's amazing,' said Connie, `how different one feels when there's a really fresh fine day. Usually one feels the very air is half dead. People are killing the very air.'

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