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Chapter 13
Therulingclassesandtheservingclasses!
Hegottohisfeetandsaidpatiently:
’Tryheragain,then.’
Hespokeinaquietvoice,almostasiftoachild.
Cliffordtriedher,andMellorssteppedquicklybehindandbegantopush.Shewasgoing,theenginedoingabouthalfthework,themantherest.
Cliffordglancedround,yellowwithanger.
’Willyougetoffthere!’
Thekeeperdroppedhisholdatonce,andCliffordadded:’HowshallIknowwhatsheisdoing!’
Themanputhisgundownandbegantopullonhiscoat.He’ddone.
Thechairbeganslowlytorunbackwards.
’Clifford,yourbrake!’criedConnie.
She,Mellors,andCliffordmovedatonce,Connieandthekeeperjostlinglightly.Thechairstood.Therewasamomentofdeadsilence.
’It’sobviousI’mateverybody’smercy!’saidClifford.Hewasyellowwithanger.
Nooneanswered.Mellorswasslinginghisgunoverhisshoulder,hisfacequeerandexpressionless,saveforanabstractedlookofpatience.ThedogFlossie,standingonguardalmostbetweenhermaster’slegs,moveduneasily,eyeingthechairwithgreatsuspicionanddislike,andverymuchperplexedbetweenthethreehumanbeings.Thetableauvivantremainedsetamongthesquashedbluebells,nobodyprofferingaword.
’Iexpectshe’llhavetobepushed,’saidCliffordatlast,withanaffectationofsangfroid.
Noanswer.Mellors’abstractedfacelookedasifhehadheardnothing.Connieglancedanxiouslyathim.Cliffordtooglancedround.
’Doyoumindpushingherhome,Mellors!’hesaidinacoolsuperiortone.
