Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 10
Itwasalltidy,thecornputinthebin,theblanketsfoldedontheshelf,thestrawneatinacorner;anewbundleofstraw.Thehurricanelamphungonanail.Thetableandchairhadbeenputbackwhereshehadlain.
Shesatdownonastoolinthedoorway.Howstilleverythingwas!Thefinerainblewverysoftly,filmily,butthewindmadenonoise.Nothingmadeanysound.Thetreesstoodlikepowerfulbeings,dim,twilit,silentandalive.Howaliveeverythingwas!
Nightwasdrawingnearagain;shewouldhavetogo.Hewasavoidingher.
Butsuddenlyhecamestridingintotheclearing,inhisblackoilskinjacketlikeachauffeur,shiningwithwet.Heglancedquicklyatthehut,half-saluted,thenveeredasideandwentontothecoops.Therehecrouchedinsilence,lookingcarefullyateverything,thencarefullyshuttingthehensandchicksupsafeagainstthenight.
Atlasthecameslowlytowardsher.Shestillsatonherstool.Hestoodbeforeherundertheporch.
’Youcomethen,’hesaid,usingtheintonationofthedialect.
’Yes,’shesaid,lookingupathim.’You’relate!’
’Ay!’hereplied,lookingawayintothewood.
Sheroseslowly,drawingasideherstool.
’Didyouwanttocomein?’sheasked.
Helookeddownathershrewdly.
’Won’tfolksbethinkin’somethink,youcomin’hereeverynight?’hesaid.
’Why?’Shelookedupathim,ataloss.’IsaidI’dcome.Nobodyknows.’
’Theysoonwill,though,’hereplied.’An’whatthen?’
Shewasatalossforananswer.
’Whyshouldtheyknow?’shesaid.
’Folksalwaysdoes,’hesaidfatally.
