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           Therulingclassesandtheservingclasses!

           Hegottohisfeetandsaidpatiently:

           ’Tryheragain,then.’

           Hespokeinaquietvoice,almostasiftoachild.

           Cliffordtriedher,andMellorssteppedquicklybehindandbegantopush.Shewasgoing,theenginedoingabouthalfthework,themantherest.

           Cliffordglancedround,yellowwithanger.

           ’Willyougetoffthere!’

           Thekeeperdroppedhisholdatonce,andCliffordadded:’HowshallIknowwhatsheisdoing!’

           Themanputhisgundownandbegantopullonhiscoat.He’ddone.

           Thechairbeganslowlytorunbackwards.

           ’Clifford,yourbrake!’criedConnie.

           She,Mellors,andCliffordmovedatonce,Connieandthekeeperjostlinglightly.Thechairstood.Therewasamomentofdeadsilence.

           ’It’sobviousI’mateverybody’smercy!’saidClifford.Hewasyellowwithanger.

           Nooneanswered.Mellorswasslinginghisgunoverhisshoulder,hisfacequeerandexpressionless,saveforanabstractedlookofpatience.ThedogFlossie,standingonguardalmostbetweenhermaster’slegs,moveduneasily,eyeingthechairwithgreatsuspicionanddislike,andverymuchperplexedbetweenthethreehumanbeings.Thetableauvivantremainedsetamongthesquashedbluebells,nobodyprofferingaword.

           ’Iexpectshe’llhavetobepushed,’saidCliffordatlast,withanaffectationofsangfroid.

           Noanswer.Mellors’abstractedfacelookedasifhehadheardnothing.Connieglancedanxiouslyathim.Cliffordtooglancedround.

           ’Doyoumindpushingherhome,Mellors!’hesaidinacoolsuperiortone.