Любовник леди Чаттерлей

           ’Yes,fortherewasthedognosingaroundlikeashadow,andwaitingforhim’!

           Andwhatdidthemanwant?Didhewanttorousethehouse?Whatwashestandingtherefor,transfixed,lookingupatthehouselikealove-sickmaledogoutsidethehousewherethebitchis?

           Goodness!TheknowledgewentthroughMrsBoltonlikeashot.HewasLadyChatterley’slover!He!He!

           Tothinkofit!Why,she,IvyBolton,hadoncebeenatinybitinlovewithhimherself.Whenhewasaladofsixteenandsheawomanoftwenty-six.Itwaswhenshewasstudying,andhehadhelpedheralotwiththeanatomyandthingsshehadhadtolearn.He’dbeenacleverboy,hadascholarshipforSheffieldGrammarSchool,andlearnedFrenchandthings:andthenafterallhadbecomeanoverheadblacksmithshoeinghorses,becausehewasfondofhorses,hesaid:butreallybecausehewasfrightenedtogooutandfacetheworld,onlyhe’dneveradmitit.

           Buthe’dbeenanicelad,anicelad,hadhelpedheralot,socleveratmakingthingscleartoyou.HewasquiteascleverasSirClifford:andalwaysoneforthewomen.Morewithwomenthanmen,theysaid.

           Tillhe’dgoneandmarriedthatBerthaCoutts,asiftospitehimself.Somepeopledomarrytospitethemselves,becausethey’redisappointedofsomething.Andnowonderithadbeenafailure.