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Chapter 10
’Why,it’sLadyChatterley!Why!’AndMrsFlint’seyesglowedagain,andsheflushedlikeayounggirl.’Bell,Bell.Why!barkingatLadyChatterley!Bell!Bequiet!’Shedartedforwardandslashedatthedogwithawhiteclothsheheldinherhand,thencameforwardtoConnie.
’Sheusedtoknowme,’saidConnie,shakinghands.TheFlintswereChatterleytenants.
’OfcoursesheknowsyourLadyship!She’sjustshowingoff,’saidMrsFlint,glowingandlookingupwithasortofflushedconfusion,’butit’ssolongsinceshe’sseenyou.Idohopeyouarebetter.’
’Yesthanks,I’mallright.’
’We’vehardlyseenyouallwinter.Willyoucomeinandlookatthebaby?’
’Well!’Conniehesitated.’Justforaminute.’
MrsFlintflewwildlyintotidyup,andConniecameslowlyafterher,hesitatingintheratherdarkkitchenwherethekettlewasboilingbythefire.BackcameMrsFlint.
’Idohopeyou’llexcuseme,’shesaid.’Willyoucomeinhere?’
Theywentintotheliving-room,whereababywassittingontheraghearthrug,andthetablewasroughlysetfortea.Ayoungservant-girlbackeddownthepassage,shyandawkward.
Thebabywasaperkylittlethingofaboutayear,withredhairlikeitsfather,andcheekypale-blueeyes.Itwasagirl,andnottobedaunted.Itsatamongcushionsandwassurroundedwithragdollsandothertoysinmodernexcess.
’Why,whatadearsheis!’saidConnie,’andhowshe’sgrown!Abiggirl!Abiggirl!’
Shehadgivenitashawlwhenitwasborn,andcelluloidducksforChristmas.
