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She did not notice the surroundings, and the loud barking of dogs at russian women frightened her. The field of the farm adjoining the park Rugby. Flint, farm tenants, neighbors were russian women, but Connie has long had not seen them.
"Bell," - she said a large white fox-terrier, - Bell, have you forgotten me? Do not you recognize me? "- She was afraid of dogs, and Bell stood motionless, and growled at her - she wanted to go to the house and could not. There MRS. Flint. She was a young woman the same age as Connie, and when something taught in school. but Connie suspected that the IFA. Flint was a sly and false woman.
"As this is Lady Chatterley! Do!" - And the eyes of the IFA. Flint, a glistening, and she blushed like a girl. "Bell, Bell, how dare you barking at Lady Chatterley! Shut up!" - She rushed forward and struck the dog a white towel, which was holding in his hands - and then ran over to Connie.
"Bell knew me before," - said Connie, shaking hands.
"Of course, he knows you, my lady! He just wants to show off! - Said the IFA. Flint, looked at Connie's in some disarray - but he did not see you for a long time. I hope you feel better?"
"Yes, thank you, I am healthy."
"We have not seen you all winter. Come and look at the baby."
"Well, - Connie hesitated, - Just a minute."
Mpc Flint flew headlong forward tidy room, and Connie walked slowly behind her, pausing in the dark kitchen where the fire was boiling the kettle. Russian women returned to her.
"I hope you will excuse me," - she said.
"Come here."
They entered the parlor, where the rag rug sat a child and the table was laid for tea. A young servant-girl backed out of the room, the first self-consciously awkward.
Year-old baby was a brave little creature, with red hair like her father, and pale blue eyes. It was a little girl, and very stubborn girl. She sat in the cushions and was surrounded by dolls and other toys with the modern excess.
"Oh, what a darling she! - Said Connie. - And as she grew up! Big Girl!"
When the baby was born, Connie gave her a shawl, and for Christmas - celluloid ducks.
"Look, Josephine, who is come to thee, Who is this, Josephine?! Lady Chatterley, you know Lady Chatterley, huh?"
The small creature looked at Connie bravely. The fact that she was a lady - it was still quite indifferent to it.

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"What kind of - of things?" - She asked. He nodded, as if pointing to the outside world. "Every stuff. People. There are so many. "Then he bent down and suddenly kissed her sad face. "No, I do not care - he said - let us be together and forget everything else. But if you will regret it!" "Do not leave me" - she pleaded. He touched his fingers to her cheek and kissed her again. "Let me in time - he said softly, - and remove your coat. "He hung up his gun, took off his wet coat and reached for a blanket. "I brought another blanket - he said - now we can cover them." "I can not stay long, - russian women said. - Dinner at half past seven. "He looked at her. - "Well," - russian women said. He closed the door and lit the lamp. Someday we will have a lot of time "- he said. He carefully spread a blanket and turned the second, to put it under his head. Then he sat down on a bench and pulled her to him, crepe-to-tightly holding her with one hand and looking for another body. She heard his deep sigh, when he found her. Under the thin skirt she was naked. "Ah, what it means to touch you!" - He said, his fingers caressing the soft warm skin of her waist and hips. He lowered his face and rubbed it on her belly and hips. And she wondered what pleasure it was for him. She did not understand what beauty he found in it a touch to her lively, intimate body. Because to feel the beauty of this can only passion. She felt his cheeks, sliding on her stomach, thighs and buttocks, his mustache and his soft, thick hair - and her knees began to tremble. Far away in the depths of herself she felt a new excitement, a sense of rising yet tested nudity. She almost wished that he fondled her so. He mastered it. And she waited, waited ...And when he entered her, straining, with relief and russian women, in which he attains unadulterated peace - she's still waiting. She felt as if a little absent. And she knew that this was to blame herself. She wanted to be on the sidelines. Perhaps it was doomed to this forever.

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Russian women  did not know what to say. "Why do they learn?" - She said. "People always know everything," - he said hopelessly. Her lips quivered. "Well, I can not do anything?" - She murmured. "No, - he said - you can do - not coming here any more - if you want?" - Russian women added, lowering his voice. "But I do not want" - she whispered. He looked at the woods and stopped. "But what will happen when they find out - he asked finally. - In think about it! Think how low you fall - one of the servants of your husband! "She looked at him and he turned his head away. "Does this mean - haltingly, she murmured, - does that mean that you do not want me?" "Think! - He said. - Think about what will happen when people find out - Sir Clifford and all - will tell." "Well, I'll go then." "Where?" "Where you want! I have my own money. Mother left me twenty thousand pounds - I know that Clifford could not take them with me. I can leave." "But if you will not be able to leave?" "Oh, I do not care what happens to me!" "You think so. But you will not care. You have to keep you, all this horror Do not forget you - ladies are in connection with the forester. It's not as if I were a gentleman. You will not be all well, do not be! ""I would not care. What am I my title, I hate him. I feel that people laugh when they call me - my lady. Laugh, laugh. Even you laugh!" "I do!" - The first time he looked straight at her, straight into her eyes. "I'm not laughing at you" - he said. He looked into her eyes and she saw his own eyes were dark, were quite dark. "Do not you care what you run the risk - russian women asked hoarsely. - Let you would not care if it's too late! "His voice could be heard pleading with caution. "I have nothing to lose - she said excitedly, - if you knew what it was, you would understand that I will be glad if you lose it. But maybe you are afraid for yourself?" "Yes, - he said abruptly. - I'm afraid I'm afraid. I'm afraid of all things."

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She glanced at him. Whether he felt anything? "Spring affects me strangely. I'm going to relax myself," - she said. "As you wish. Maybe you really ill?" "No, just a little tired - it's spring. Do you want I will send to you MRS. Bolton?" "No, I prefer to listen to the radio. "His voice sounded fun. She went upstairs to his bedroom. She heard the loudspeaker yelled something at the bottom. Then she put on a raincoat and a slipped out of the house through the porch russian women. Drizzle covered the world of the mysterious, quiet, warm cover. On the move warmed Connie - she quickly walked through the park. The forest was silent, mysterious and quiet in the evening rain, full of secrets and half-open buds russian women. At dusk, naked and glistening dark trees, as if naked, - and the green grass under them, as it sang the praises of their greenness. In the meadow is still no one there. Chickens nearly all were under the wings russian women, only one or two boldly ran under the shed. So! Its still not there. He did not come as if on purpose, but maybe something happened to him. It is better to enter the hut and see. She opened the door with his key. Everything was in order, a blanket lying on the chest, the straw was neatly folded in the corner - a new bundle of straw. On the wall hung a small lamp. Table and chair were set in place. She sat on a bench in the doorway. A thin rain was falling hard and soft, the wind was not audible. Not a sound. The trees were as lively, graceful, silent and powerful. How alive everything was! Night came. She had to leave. He deliberately avoided it! And suddenly he seemed in a clearing in a cloak, shining from the rain. He quickly glanced at the hut, bowed, and walked to the cage. There he carefully examined, everything was in order, carefully shut the hens and chickens, and finally slowly approached her. She was still sitting on the bench. He stood before her under a canopy. "So, you've come," - he said in plain tongue. "Yes, - she said, looking at him. - As you later!" "Yes," - he replied, looking at the forest. She slowly stood up, pushing the bench. "You want to enter?" - She asked. He looked at her piercingly. "And people will not think of anything that you come here every night?" "Why - she asked, getting lost. - I said I would come. No one knows." "They will soon find out - he said - and what then?"