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Chapter 11
Idowishyou’dcome.’
Shesaiditsincerely.Shewouldsolovetomakehimhappy,intheseways.
’Ah,butthinkofme,though,attheGareduNord:atCalaisquay!’
’Butwhynot?Iseeothermencarriedinlitter-chairs,whohavebeenwoundedinthewar.Besides,we’dmotoralltheway.’
’Weshouldneedtotaketwomen.’
’Ohno!We’dmanagewithField.Therewouldalwaysbeanothermanthere.’
ButCliffordshookhishead.
’Notthisyear,dear!Notthisyear!NextyearprobablyI’lltry.’
Shewentawaygloomily.Nextyear!Whatwouldnextyearbring?SheherselfdidnotreallywanttogotoVenice:notnow,nowtherewastheotherman.Butshewasgoingasasortofdiscipline:andalsobecause,ifshehadachild,CliffordcouldthinkshehadaloverinVenice.
ItwasalreadyMay,andinJunetheyweresupposedtostart.Alwaysthesearrangements!Alwaysone’slifearrangedforone!Wheelsthatworkedoneanddroveone,andoverwhichonehadnorealcontrol!
ItwasMay,butcoldandwetagain.AcoldwetMay,goodforcornandhay!Muchthecornandhaymatternowadays!ConniehadtogointoUthwaite,whichwastheirlittletown,wheretheChatterleyswerestilltheChatterleys.Shewentalone,Fielddrivingher.
InspiteofMayandanewgreenness,thecountrywasdismal.Itwasratherchilly,andtherewassmokeontherain,andacertainsenseofexhaustvapourintheair.Onejusthadtolivefromone’sresistance.Nowonderthesepeoplewereuglyandtough.
