Коханець леді Чаттерлей
Chapter 10
Stretchingwiththecuriousyawnofdesire,forhehadbeenaloneandapartfrommanorwomanforfouryears,heroseandtookhiscoatagain,andhisgun,loweredthelampandwentoutintothestarrynight,withthedog.DrivenbydesireandbydreadofthemalevolentThingoutside,hemadehisroundinthewood,slowly,softly.Helovedthedarknessandfoldedhimselfintoit.Itfittedtheturgidityofhisdesirewhich,inspiteofall,waslikeariches;thestirringrestlessnessofhispenis,thestirringfireinhisloins!Oh,ifonlytherewereothermentobewith,tofightthatsparklingelectricThingoutsidethere,topreservethetendernessoflife,thetendernessofwomen,andthenaturalrichesofdesire.Ifonlytherewerementofightsidebysidewith!Butthemenwerealloutsidethere,gloryingintheThing,triumphingorbeingtroddendownintherushofmechanizedgreedorofgreedymechanism.
Constance,forherpart,hadhurriedacrossthepark,home,almostwithoutthinking.Asyetshehadnoafterthought.Shewouldbeintimefordinner.
Shewasannoyedtofindthedoorsfastened,however,sothatshehadtoring.MrsBoltonopened.
’Whythereyouare,yourLadyship!Iwasbeginningtowonderifyou’dgonelost!’shesaidalittleroguishly.’SirCliffordhasn’taskedforyou,though;he’sgotMrLinleyinwithhim,talkingoversomething.Itlooksasifhe’dstaytodinner,doesn’tit,myLady?’
’Itdoesrather,’saidConnie.
’ShallIputdinnerbackaquarterofanhour?Thatwouldgiveyoutimetodressincomfort.’
’Perhapsyou’dbetter.
