Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 10
Is’llhavetoseetothemmorningandnight,butIshan’tbotheryouanymorethanIcanhelp.’
’Butyouwouldn’tbotherme,’shepleaded.’I’drathernotgotothehutatall,ifIamgoingtobeintheway.’
Helookedatherwithhiskeenblueeyes.Heseemedkindly,butdistant.Butatleasthewassane,andwholesome,ifevenhelookedthinandill.Acoughtroubledhim.
’Youhaveacough,’shesaid.
’Nothing--acold!Thelastpneumonialeftmewithacough,butit’snothing.’
Hekeptdistantfromher,andwouldnotcomeanynearer.
Shewentfairlyoftentothehut,inthemorningorintheafternoon,buthewasneverthere.Nodoubtheavoidedheronpurpose.Hewantedtokeephisownprivacy.
Hehadmadethehuttidy,putthelittletableandchairnearthefireplace,leftalittlepileofkindlingandsmalllogs,andputthetoolsandtrapsawayasfaraspossible,effacinghimself.Outside,bytheclearing,hehadbuiltalowlittleroofofboughsandstraw,ashelterforthebirds,andunderitstoodthelivecoops.And,onedaywhenshecame,shefoundtwobrownhenssittingalertandfierceinthecoops,sittingonpheasants’eggs,andfluffedoutsoproudanddeepinalltheheatoftheponderingfemaleblood.ThisalmostbrokeConnie’sheart.She,herselfwassoforlornandunused,notafemaleatall,justamerethingofterrors.
Thenallthelivecoopswereoccupiedbyhens,threebrownandagreyandablack.Allalike,theyclusteredthemselvesdownontheeggsinthesoftnestlingponderosityofthefemaleurge,thefemalenature,fluffingouttheirfeathers.
