Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 15
Sittingwithhisheaddropped,helookedatthefoldsofherbodyinthefire-glow,andatthefleeceofsoftbrownhairthathungdowntoapointbetweenheropenthighs.Hereachedtothetablebehind,andtookupherbunchofflowers,stillsowetthatdropsofrainfellontoher.
’Flowersstopsoutofdoorsallweathers,’hesaid.’Theyhavenohouses.’
’Notevenahut!’shemurmured.
Withquietfingershethreadedafewforget-me-notflowersinthefinebrownfleeceofthemoundofVenus.
’There!’hesaid.’There’sforget-me-notsintherightplace!’
Shelookeddownatthemilkyoddlittleflowersamongthebrownmaiden-hairatthelowertipofherbody.
’Doesn’titlookpretty!’shesaid.
’Prettyaslife,’hereplied.
Andhestuckapinkcampion-budamongthehair.
’There!That’smewhereyouwon’tforgetme!That’sMosesinthebull-rushes.’
’Youdon’tmind,doyou,thatI’mgoingaway?’sheaskedwistfully,lookingupintohisface.
Buthisfacewasinscrutable,undertheheavybrows.Hekeptitquiteblank.
’Youdoasyouwish,’hesaid.
AndhespokeingoodEnglish.
’ButIwon’tgoifyoudon’twishit,’shesaid,clingingtohim.
Therewassilence.Heleanedandputanotherpieceofwoodonthefire.Theflameglowedonhissilent,abstractedface.Shewaited,buthesaidnothing.
’OnlyIthoughtitwouldbeagoodwaytobeginabreakwithClifford.Idowantachild.Anditwouldgivemeachanceto,to--,’sheresumed.
’Toletthemthinkafewlies,’hesaid.
’Yes,thatamongotherthings.