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           Thecurious,suspicious,falseamiabilitywithwhichtheminers’wivesmetherovertures;thecuriouslyoffensivetingeof--Ohdearme!Iamsomebodynow,withLadyChatterleytalkingtome!Butsheneedn’tthinkI’mnotasgoodasherforallthat!--whichshealwaysheardtwanginginthewomen’shalf-fawningvoices,wasimpossible.Therewasnogettingpastit.Itwashopelesslyandoffensivelynonconformist.

           Cliffordleftthemalone,andshelearnttodothesame:shejustwentbywithoutlookingatthem,andtheystaredasifshewereawalkingwaxfigure.Whenhehadtodealwiththem,Cliffordwasratherhaughtyandcontemptuous;onecouldnolongeraffordtobefriendly.Infacthewasaltogetherrathersuperciliousandcontemptuousofanyonenotinhisownclass.Hestoodhisground,withoutanyattemptatconciliation.Andhewasneitherlikednordislikedbythepeople:hewasjustpartofthings,likethepit-bankandWragbyitself.

           ButCliffordwasreallyextremelyshyandself-consciousnowhewaslamed.Hehatedseeinganyoneexceptjustthepersonalservants.Forhehadtositinawheeledchairorasortofbath-chair.Neverthelesshewasjustascarefullydressedasever,byhisexpensivetailors,andheworethecarefulBondStreetnecktiesjustasbefore,andfromthetophelookedjustassmartandimpressiveasever.Hehadneverbeenoneofthemodernladylikeyoungmen:ratherbucoliceven,withhisruddyfaceandbroadshoulders.Buthisveryquiet,hesitatingvoice,andhiseyes,atthesametimeboldandfrightened,assuredanduncertain,revealedhisnature.