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After
all
,
Mr
Winter
,
who
was
really
a
gentleman
and
a
man
of
the
world
,
treated
her
as
a
person
and
a
discriminating
individual
;
he
did
not
lump
her
together
with
all
the
rest
of
his
female
womanhood
in
his
’
thee
’
and
’
tha
’
.
She
did
not
go
to
the
wood
that
day
nor
the
next
,
nor
the
day
following
.
She
did
not
go
so
long
as
she
felt
,
or
imagined
she
felt
,
the
man
waiting
for
her
,
wanting
her
.
But
the
fourth
day
she
was
terribly
unsettled
and
uneasy
.
She
still
refused
to
go
to
the
wood
and
open
her
thighs
once
more
to
the
man
.
She
thought
of
all
the
things
she
might
do
-
-
drive
to
Sheffield
,
pay
visits
,
and
the
thought
of
all
these
things
was
repellent
.
At
last
she
decided
to
take
a
walk
,
not
towards
the
wood
,
but
in
the
opposite
direction
;
she
would
go
to
Marehay
,
through
the
little
iron
gate
in
the
other
side
of
the
park
fence
.
It
was
a
quiet
grey
day
of
spring
,
almost
warm
.
She
walked
on
unheeding
,
absorbed
in
thoughts
she
was
not
even
conscious
of
She
was
not
really
aware
of
anything
outside
her
,
till
she
was
startled
by
the
loud
barking
of
the
dog
at
Marehay
Farm
.
Marehay
Farm
!
Its
pastures
ran
up
to
Wragby
park
fence
,
so
they
were
neighbours
,
but
it
was
some
time
since
Connie
had
called
.
’
Bell
!
’
she
said
to
the
big
white
bull
-
terrier
.
’
Bell
!
have
you
forgotten
me
?
Don
’
t
you
know
me
?
’
She
was
afraid
of
dogs
,
and
Bell
stood
back
and
bellowed
,
and
she
wanted
to
pass
through
the
farmyard
on
to
the
warren
path
.
Mrs
Flint
appeared
.
She
was
a
woman
of
Constance
’
s
own
age
,
had
been
a
school
-
teacher
,
but
Connie
suspected
her
of
being
rather
a
false
little
thing
.
’
Why
,
it
’
s
Lady
Chatterley
!
Why
!
’
And
Mrs
Flint
’
s
eyes
glowed
again
,
and
she
flushed
like
a
young
girl
.
’
Bell
,
Bell
.
Why
!
barking
at
Lady
Chatterley
!
Bell
!
Be
quiet
!
’
She
darted
forward
and
slashed
at
the
dog
with
a
white
cloth
she
held
in
her
hand
,
then
came
forward
to
Connie
.
’
She
used
to
know
me
,
’
said
Connie
,
shaking
hands
.
The
Flints
were
Chatterley
tenants
.
’
Of
course
she
knows
your
Ladyship
!
She
’
s
just
showing
off
,
’
said
Mrs
Flint
,
glowing
and
looking
up
with
a
sort
of
flushed
confusion
,
’
but
it
’
s
so
long
since
she
’
s
seen
you
.
I
do
hope
you
are
better
.
’
’
Yes
thanks
,
I
’
m
all
right
.
’
’
We
’
ve
hardly
seen
you
all
winter
.
Will
you
come
in
and
look
at
the
baby
?
’
’
Well
!
’
Connie
hesitated
.
’
Just
for
a
minute
.
’
