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’
I
was
just
having
a
rough
cup
of
tea
all
by
myself
.
Luke
’
s
gone
to
market
,
so
I
can
have
it
when
I
like
.
Would
you
care
for
a
cup
,
Lady
Chatterley
?
I
don
’
t
suppose
it
’
s
what
you
’
re
used
to
,
but
if
you
would
.
.
.
’
Connie
would
,
though
she
didn
’
t
want
to
be
reminded
of
what
she
was
used
to
.
There
was
a
great
relaying
of
the
table
,
and
the
best
cups
brought
and
the
best
tea
-
pot
.
’
If
only
you
wouldn
’
t
take
any
trouble
,
’
said
Connie
.
But
if
Mrs
Flint
took
no
trouble
,
where
was
the
fun
!
So
Connie
played
with
the
child
and
was
amused
by
its
little
female
dauntlessness
,
and
got
a
deep
voluptuous
pleasure
out
of
its
soft
young
warmth
.
Young
life
!
And
so
fearless
!
So
fearless
,
because
so
defenceless
.
All
the
other
people
,
so
narrow
with
fear
!
She
had
a
cup
of
tea
,
which
was
rather
strong
,
and
very
good
bread
and
butter
,
and
bottled
damsons
.
Mrs
Flint
flushed
and
glowed
and
bridled
with
excitement
,
as
if
Connie
were
some
gallant
knight
.
And
they
had
a
real
female
chat
,
and
both
of
them
enjoyed
it
.
’
It
’
s
a
poor
little
tea
,
though
,
’
said
Mrs
Flint
.
’
It
’
s
much
nicer
than
at
home
,
’
said
Connie
truthfully
.
’
Oh
-
h
!
’
said
Mrs
Flint
,
not
believing
,
of
course
.
But
at
last
Connie
rose
.
’
I
must
go
,
’
she
said
.
’
My
husband
has
no
idea
where
I
am
.
He
’
ll
be
wondering
all
kinds
of
things
.
’
