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           TherewasnocommunicationbetweenWragbyHallandTevershallvillage,none.Nocapsweretouched,nocurtseysbobbed.Thecolliersmerelystared;thetradesmenliftedtheircapstoConnieastoanacquaintance,andnoddedawkwardlytoClifford;thatwasall.Gulfimpassable,andaquietsortofresentmentoneitherside.AtfirstConniesufferedfromthesteadydrizzleofresentmentthatcamefromthevillage.Thenshehardenedherselftoit,anditbecameasortoftonic,somethingtoliveupto.ItwasnotthatsheandCliffordwereunpopular,theymerelybelongedtoanotherspeciesaltogetherfromthecolliers.Gulfimpassable,breachindescribable,suchasisperhapsnonexistentsouthoftheTrent.ButintheMidlandsandtheindustrialNorthgulfimpassable,acrosswhichnocommunicationcouldtakeplace.Yousticktoyourside,I’llsticktomine!Astrangedenialofthecommonpulseofhumanity.

           YetthevillagesympathizedwithCliffordandConnieintheabstract.Inthefleshitwas--Youleavemealone!--oneitherside.

           Therectorwasanicemanofaboutsixty,fullofhisduty,andreduced,personally,almosttoanonentitybythesilent--Youleavemealone!--ofthevillage.Theminers’wiveswerenearlyallMethodists.Theminerswerenothing.Butevensomuchofficialuniformastheclergymanworewasenoughtoobscureentirelythefactthathewasamanlikeanyotherman.No,hewasMesterAshby,asortofautomaticpreachingandprayingconcern.

           Thisstubborn,instinctive--Wethinkourselvesasgoodasyou,ifyouareLadyChatterley!--puzzledandbaffledConnieatfirstextremely.