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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.