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           Conniefeltasudden,strangeleapofsympathyforhim,aleapmingledwithcompassion,andtingedwithrepulsion,amountingalmosttolove.Theoutsider!Theoutsider!Andtheycalledhimabounder!HowmuchmorebounderishandassertiveCliffordlooked!Howmuchstupider!

           Michaelisknewatoncehehadmadeanimpressiononher.Heturnedhisfull,hazel,slightlyprominenteyesonherinalookofpuredetachment.Hewasestimatingher,andtheextentoftheimpressionhehadmade.WiththeEnglishnothingcouldsavehimfrombeingtheeternaloutsider,notevenlove.Yetwomensometimesfellforhim...Englishwomentoo.

           HeknewjustwherehewaswithClifford.Theyweretwoaliendogswhichwouldhavelikedtosnarlatoneanother,butwhichsmiledinstead,perforce.Butwiththewomanhewasnotquitesosure.

           Breakfastwasservedinthebedrooms;Cliffordneverappearedbeforelunch,andthedining-roomwasalittledreary.AftercoffeeMichaelis,restlessandill-sittingsoul,wonderedwhatheshoulddo.ItwasafineNovemberday...fineforWragby.Helookedoverthemelancholypark.MyGod!Whataplace!

           Hesentaservanttoask,couldhebeofanyservicetoLadyChatterley:hethoughtofdrivingintoSheffield.Theanswercame,wouldhecaretogouptoLadyChatterley’ssitting-room.

           Conniehadasitting-roomonthethirdfloor,thetopfloorofthecentralportionofthehouse.Clifford’sroomswereonthegroundfloor,ofcourse.MichaeliswasflatteredbybeingaskeduptoLadyChatterley’sownparlour.Hefollowedblindlyaftertheservant...