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’
As
you
like
.
’
Mellors
slung
into
his
coat
,
looked
at
Connie
,
saluted
,
and
was
gone
.
Connie
,
furious
,
went
upstairs
.
At
lunch
she
could
not
contain
her
feeling
.
’
Why
are
you
so
abominably
inconsiderate
,
Clifford
?
’
she
said
to
him
.
’
Of
whom
?
’
’
Of
the
keeper
!
If
that
is
what
you
call
ruling
classes
,
I
’
m
sorry
for
you
.
’
’
Why
?
’
’
A
man
who
’
s
been
ill
,
and
isn
’
t
strong
!
My
word
,
if
I
were
the
serving
classes
,
I
’
d
let
you
wait
for
service
.
I
’
d
let
you
whistle
.
’
’
I
quite
believe
it
.
’
’
If
he
’
d
been
sitting
in
a
chair
with
paralysed
legs
,
and
behaved
as
you
behaved
,
what
would
you
have
done
for
him
?
’
