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But
perhaps
that
was
better
.
And
after
all
,
he
was
kind
to
the
female
in
her
,
which
no
man
had
ever
been
.
Men
were
very
kind
to
the
person
she
was
,
but
rather
cruel
to
the
female
,
despising
her
or
ignoring
her
altogether
.
Men
were
awfully
kind
to
Constance
Reid
or
to
Lady
Chatterley
;
but
not
to
her
womb
they
weren
’
t
kind
.
And
he
took
no
notice
of
Constance
or
of
Lady
Chatterley
;
he
just
softly
stroked
her
loins
or
her
breasts
.
She
went
to
the
wood
next
day
.
It
was
a
grey
,
still
afternoon
,
with
the
dark
-
green
dogs
-
mercury
spreading
under
the
hazel
copse
,
and
all
the
trees
making
a
silent
effort
to
open
their
buds
.
Today
she
could
almost
feel
it
in
her
own
body
,
the
huge
heave
of
the
sap
in
the
massive
trees
,
upwards
,
up
,
up
to
the
bud
-
tips
,
there
to
push
into
little
flamey
oak
-
leaves
,
bronze
as
blood
.
It
was
like
a
ride
running
turgid
upward
,
and
spreading
on
the
sky
.
She
came
to
the
clearing
,
but
he
was
not
there
.
She
had
only
half
expected
him
.
The
pheasant
chicks
were
running
lightly
abroad
,
light
as
insects
,
from
the
coops
where
the
fellow
hens
clucked
anxiously
.
Connie
sat
and
watched
them
,
and
waited
.
She
only
waited
.
Even
the
chicks
she
hardly
saw
.
She
waited
.
The
time
passed
with
dream
-
like
slowness
,
and
he
did
not
come
.
She
had
only
half
expected
him
.
He
never
came
in
the
afternoon
.
She
must
go
home
to
tea
.
But
she
had
to
force
herself
to
leave
.
As
she
went
home
,
a
fine
drizzle
of
rain
fell
.
’
Is
it
raining
again
?
’
said
Clifford
,
seeing
her
shake
her
hat
.
’
Just
drizzle
.
’
She
poured
tea
in
silence
,
absorbed
in
a
sort
of
obstinacy
.
She
did
want
to
see
the
keeper
today
,
to
see
if
it
were
really
real
.
If
it
were
really
real
.
’
Shall
I
read
a
little
to
you
afterwards
?
’
said
Clifford
.
