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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `Perhaps some condition of the atmosphere lowers the vitality of the people?' he said.
2.  Connie sat and listened in a sort of wonder, and a sort of fear. She did not know if he was right or not. There was Michaelis, whom she loved; so she said to herself. But her love was somehow only an excursion from her marriage with Clifford; the long, slow habit of intimacy, formed through years of suffering and patience. Perhaps the human soul needs excursions, and must not be denied them. But the point of an excursion is that you come home again.
3.  `Certainly nothing but the spirit in us is worth having,' said Winterslow.
4.  `I suppose I can take her to the cottage?' asked Connie.
5.  Clifford Chatterley was more upper-class than Connie. Connie was well-to-do intelligentsia, but he was aristocracy. Not the big sort, but still it. His father was a baronet, and his mother had been a viscount's daughter.
6.  The final fact being that at the very bottom of his soul he was an outsider, and anti-social, and he accepted the fact inwardly, no matter how Bond-Streety he was on the outside. His isolation was a necessity to him; just as the appearance of conformity and mixing-in with the smart people was also a necessity.

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1.  Constance strode nearer, with blazing eyes. The man turned and looked at her, saluting coolly, but he was pale with anger.
2.  `Am I late?' asked Connie.
3.  `Not at all,' said Dukes; `the top of you's by no means hors de combat. You've got the life of the mind sound and intact. So let us hear your ideas.'
4.  She wondered why he should be miserable. `Won't you sit down again?' she said. He glanced at the door.
5.  `He's such a bounder underneath his veneer...just waiting to bounce us.'
6.  `At the cottage! And would you like to go back to her?'

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1.  `Yes, a duplicate,' she said, flushing.
2.  He stayed that time only the three days, and to Clifford was exactly the same as on the first evening; to Connie also. There was no breaking down his external man.
3.  `Oh, you're quite right!' he said, turning his head away, and looking sideways, downwards, with that strange immobility of an old race that is hardly here in our present day. It was that that really made Connie lose her power to see him detached from herself.
4.  `Has a man for a woman?'
5.   `Why should I mind your being here?' she asked.
6.  But he still wanted the old intimate evenings of talk with Connie: talk or reading aloud. But now she could arrange that Mrs Bolton should come at ten to disturb them. At ten o'clock Connie could go upstairs and be alone. Clifford was in good hands with Mrs Bolton.

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1.  `Very well, Sir Clifford.'
2.  `I know! I know! It should be so! You're frightfully good to me...' he cried miserably.
3.  `No, but it doesn't matter. I can sit perfectly dry under this porch. Good afternoon!' She hated the excess of vernacular in his speech.
4、  `Oh do! do be impossible, General!' cried Olive.
5、  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.

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  • 张欣驰 08-03

      So she hardly ever went away from Wragby, and never for more than a day or two; when Mrs Betts, the housekeeper, attended to Clifford. He, as was inevitable in the course of time, took all the service for granted. It was natural he should.

  • 赵炎平 08-03

      He turned aside, and she saw that in another moment he would be sobbing.

  • 尹富根 08-03

       `Lady Chatterley!' he said. `Will you come in?'

  • 郭子文 08-03

      It was just dismal, and one had to put up with it. It was quite true, men had no real glamour for a woman: if you could fool yourself into thinking they had, even as she had fooled herself over Michaelis, that was the best you could do. Meanwhile you just lived on and there was nothing to it. She understood perfectly well why people had cocktail parties, and jazzed, and Charlestoned till they were ready to drop. You had to take it out some way or other, your youth, or it ate you up. But what a ghastly thing, this youth! You felt as old as Methuselah, and yet the thing fizzed somehow, and didn't let you be comfortable. A mean sort of life! And no prospect! She almost wished she had gone off with Mick, and made her life one long cocktail party, and jazz evening. Anyhow that was better than just mooning yourself into the grave.

  • 吉罗纳 08-02

    {  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.

  • 瓦尔基莉 08-01

      `You know what I mean. You keep on for hours after I've gone off...and I have to hang on with my teeth till you bring yourself off by your own exertions.'}

  • 汪春水 08-01

      So next day Clifford suggested Mrs Bolton, Tevershall parish nurse. Apparently Mrs Betts had thought of her. Mrs Bolton was just retiring from her parish duties to take up private nursing jobs. Clifford had a queer dread of delivering himself into the hands of a stranger, but this Mrs Bolton had once nursed him through scarlet fever, and he knew her.

  • 李亚隆 08-01

      `They'll revive again!' she said, putting them before him in their glass for him to smell.

  • 王晓华 07-31

       `Was yer waitin' to get in?' he asked, looking at the hut, not at her.

  • 彭某回 07-29

    {  `No, but it doesn't matter. I can sit perfectly dry under this porch. Good afternoon!' She hated the excess of vernacular in his speech.

  • 马振抚 07-29

      `Do you live here quite alone?' she asked.

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