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Chapter 3
yes,I’mthirty!’saidMichaelis,sharplyandsuddenly,withacuriouslaugh;hollow,triumphant,andbitter.
’Andareyoualone?’askedConnie.
’Howdoyoumean?DoIlivealone?I’vegotmyservant.He’saGreek,sohesays,andquiteincompetent.ButIkeephim.AndI’mgoingtomarry.Oh,yes,Imustmarry.’
’Itsoundslikegoingtohaveyourtonsilscut,’laughedConnie.’Willitbeaneffort?’
Helookedatheradmiringly.’Well,LadyChatterley,somehowitwill!Ifind...excuseme...IfindIcan’tmarryanEnglishwoman,notevenanIrishwoman...’
’TryanAmerican,’saidClifford.
’Oh,American!’Helaughedahollowlaugh.’No,I’veaskedmymanifhewillfindmeaTurkorsomething...somethingnearertotheOriental.’
Conniereallywonderedatthisqueer,melancholyspecimenofextraordinarysuccess;itwassaidhehadanincomeoffiftythousanddollarsfromAmericaalone.Sometimeshewashandsome:sometimesashelookedsideways,downwards,andthelightfellonhim,hehadthesilent,enduringbeautyofacarvedivoryNegromask,withhisratherfulleyes,andthestrongqueerly-archedbrows,theimmobile,compressedmouth;thatmomentarybutrevealedimmobility,animmobility,atimelessnesswhichtheBuddhaaimsat,andwhichNegroesexpresssometimeswithouteveraimingatit;somethingold,old,andacquiescentintherace!Aeonsofacquiescenceinracedestiny,insteadofourindividualresistance.Andthenaswimmingthrough,likeratsinadarkriver.
