Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 13
Clifford,however,puttingonallhispressure,managedtosteerintotheriding,andwithastrangenoisethechairwasfightingthehill.Mellorspushedsteadilybehind,andupshewent,asiftoretrieveherself.
’Yousee,she’sdoingit!’saidClifford,victorious,glancingoverhisshoulder.Therehesawthekeeper’sface.
’Areyoupushingher?’
’Shewon’tdoitwithout.’
’Leaveheralone.Iaskedyounot.
’Shewon’tdoit.’
’Lethertry!’snarledClifford,withallhisemphasis.
Thekeeperstoodback:thenturnedtofetchhiscoatandgun.Thechairseemedtostrangleimmediately.Shestoodinert.Clifford,seatedaprisoner,waswhitewithvexation.Hejerkedattheleverswithhishand,hisfeetwerenogood.Hegotqueernoisesoutofher.Insavageimpatiencehemovedlittlehandlesandgotmorenoisesoutofher.Butshewouldnotbudge.No,shewouldnotbudge.Hestoppedtheengineandsatrigidwithanger.
Constancesatonthebankandlookedatthewretchedandtrampledbluebells.’NothingquitesolovelyasanEnglishspring.’’Icandomyshareofruling.’’Whatweneedtotakeupnowiswhips,notswords.’’Therulingclasses!’
Thekeeperstrodeupwithhiscoatandgun,Flossiecautiouslyathisheels.Cliffordaskedthemantodosomethingorothertotheengine.Connie,whounderstoodnothingatallofthetechnicalitiesofmotors,andwhohadhadexperienceofbreakdowns,satpatientlyonthebankasifshewereacipher.Thekeeperlayonhisstomachagain.
