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           Amanwashinghimselfinabackyard!Nodoubtwithevil-smellingyellowsoap!Shewasratherannoyed;whyshouldshebemadetostumbleonthesevulgarprivacies?

           Soshewalkedawayfromherself,butafterawhileshesatdownonastump.Shewastooconfusedtothink.Butinthecoilofherconfusion,shewasdeterminedtodeliverhermessagetothefellow.Shewouldnotbebalked.Shemustgivehimtimetodresshimself,butnottimetogoout.Hewasprobablypreparingtogooutsomewhere.

           Soshesaunteredslowlyback,listening.Asshecamenear,thecottagelookedjustthesame.Adogbarked,andsheknockedatthedoor,herheartbeatinginspiteofherself.

           Sheheardthemancominglightlydownstairs.Heopenedthedoorquickly,andstartledher.Helookeduneasyhimself,butinstantlyalaughcameonhisface.

           ’LadyChatterley!’hesaid.’Willyoucomein?’

           Hismannerwassoperfectlyeasyandgood,shesteppedoverthethresholdintotheratherdrearylittleroom.

           ’IonlycalledwithamessagefromSirClifford,’shesaidinhersoft,ratherbreathlessvoice.

           Themanwaslookingatherwiththoseblue,all-seeingeyesofhis,whichmadeherturnherfaceasidealittle.Hethoughthercomely,almostbeautiful,inhershyness,andhetookcommandofthesituationhimselfatonce.

           ’Wouldyoucaretositdown?’heasked,presumingshewouldnot.Thedoorstoodopen.

           ’Nothanks!SirCliffordwonderedifyouwouldandshedeliveredhermessage,lookingunconsciouslyintohiseyesagain.Andnowhiseyeslookedwarmandkind,particularlytoawoman,wonderfullywarm,andkind,andatease.