Любовник леди Чаттерлей

           Crippledforever,knowinghecouldneverhaveanychildren,CliffordcamehometothesmokyMidlandstokeeptheChatterleynamealivewhilehecould.

           Hewasnotreallydowncast.Hecouldwheelhimselfaboutinawheeledchair,andhehadabath-chairwithasmallmotorattachment,sohecoulddrivehimselfslowlyroundthegardenandintothefinemelancholypark,ofwhichhewasreallysoproud,thoughhepretendedtobeflippantaboutit.

           Havingsufferedsomuch,thecapacityforsufferinghadtosomeextentlefthim.Heremainedstrangeandbrightandcheerful,almost,onemightsay,chirpy,withhisruddy,healthy-lookingface,andhispale-blue,challengingbrighteyes.Hisshoulderswerebroadandstrong,hishandswereverystrong.Hewasexpensivelydressed,andworehandsomenecktiesfromBondStreet.Yetstillinhisfaceonesawthewatchfullook,theslightvacancyofacripple.

           Hehadsoverynearlylosthislife,thatwhatremainedwaswonderfullyprecioustohim.Itwasobviousintheanxiousbrightnessofhiseyes,howproudhewas,afterthegreatshock,ofbeingalive.Buthehadbeensomuchhurtthatsomethinginsidehimhadperished,someofhisfeelingshadgone.Therewasablankofinsentience.

           Constance,hiswife,wasaruddy,country-lookinggirlwithsoftbrownhairandsturdybody,andslowmovements,fullofunusualenergy.Shehadbig,wonderingeyes,andasoftmildvoice,andseemedjusttohavecomefromhernativevillage.Itwasnotsoatall.Herfatherwastheoncewell-knownR.A.,oldSirMalcolmReid.