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- Дэвид Герберт Лоуренс
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She
didn
’
t
at
all
like
his
saying
he
had
been
made
use
of
because
,
in
a
sense
,
it
was
true
.
But
he
oughtn
’
t
to
have
said
it
.
Therefore
,
again
,
she
was
divided
between
two
feelings
:
resentment
against
him
,
and
a
desire
to
make
it
up
with
him
.
She
passed
a
very
uneasy
and
irritated
tea
-
time
,
and
at
once
went
up
to
her
room
.
But
when
she
was
there
it
was
no
good
;
she
could
neither
sit
nor
stand
.
She
would
have
to
do
something
about
it
.
She
would
have
to
go
back
to
the
hut
;
if
he
was
not
there
,
well
and
good
.
She
slipped
out
of
the
side
door
,
and
took
her
way
direct
and
a
little
sullen
.
When
she
came
to
the
clearing
she
was
terribly
uneasy
.
But
there
he
was
again
,
in
his
shirt
-
sleeves
,
stooping
,
letting
the
hens
out
of
the
coops
,
among
the
chicks
that
were
now
growing
a
little
gawky
,
but
were
much
more
trim
than
hen
-
chickens
.
She
went
straight
across
to
him
.
’
You
see
I
’
ve
come
!
’
she
said
.
’
Ay
,
I
see
it
!
’
he
said
,
straightening
his
back
,
and
looking
at
her
with
a
faint
amusement
.
’
Do
you
let
the
hens
out
now
?
’
she
asked
.
’
Yes
,
they
’
ve
sat
themselves
to
skin
and
bone
,
’
he
said
.
’
An
’
now
they
’
re
not
all
that
anxious
to
come
out
an
’
feed
.
There
’
s
no
self
in
a
sitting
hen
;
she
’
s
all
in
the
eggs
or
the
chicks
.
’
The
poor
mother
-
hens
;
such
blind
devotion
!
even
to
eggs
not
their
own
!
Connie
looked
at
them
in
compassion
.
A
helpless
silence
fell
between
the
man
and
the
woman
.
’
Shall
us
go
i
’
th
’
’
ut
?
’
he
asked
.
’
Do
you
want
me
?
’
she
asked
,
in
a
sort
of
mistrust
.
