Любовник леди Чаттерлей
Chapter 16
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’WhyshouldIbelieveyou,Clifford,whenIfeelthatwhateverGodthereishasatlastwakenedupinmyguts,asyoucallthem,andisripplingsohappilythere,likedawn.WhyshouldIbelieveyou,whenIfeelsoverymuchthecontrary?’
’Oh,exactly!Andwhathascausedthisextraordinarychangeinyou?runningoutstarknakedintherain,andplayingBacchante?desireforsensation,ortheanticipationofgoingtoVenice?’
’Both!Doyouthinkitishorridofmetobesothrilledatgoingoff?’shesaid.
’Ratherhorridtoshowitsoplainly.’
’ThenI’llhideit.’
’Oh,don’ttrouble!Youalmostcommunicateathrilltome.IalmostfeelthatitisIwhoamgoingoff.’
’Well,whydon’tyoucome?’
’We’vegoneoverallthat.Andasamatteroffact,Isupposeyourgreatestthrillcomesfrombeingabletosayatemporaryfarewelltoallthis.Nothingsothrilling,forthemoment,asGood-bye-to-all!--Buteverypartingmeansameetingelsewhere.Andeverymeetingisanewbondage.’
’I’mnotgoingtoenteranynewbondages.’
’Don’tboast,whilethegodsarelistening,’hesaid.
Shepulledupshort.
’No!Iwon’tboast!’shesaid.
Butshewasthrilled,nonetheless,tobegoingoff:tofeelbondssnap.Shecouldn’thelpit.
Clifford,whocouldn’tsleep,gambledallnightwithMrsBolton,tillshewastoosleepyalmosttolive.
AndthedaycameroundforHildatoarrive.ConniehadarrangedwithMellorsthatifeverythingpromisedwellfortheirnighttogether,shewouldhangagreenshawloutofthewindow.Iftherewerefrustration,aredone.
