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’
You
,
and
rule
!
’
she
said
.
’
You
don
’
t
rule
,
don
’
t
flatter
yourself
.
You
have
only
got
more
than
your
share
of
the
money
,
and
make
people
work
for
you
for
two
pounds
a
week
,
or
threaten
them
with
starvation
.
Rule
!
What
do
you
give
forth
of
rule
?
Why
,
you
re
dried
up
!
You
only
bully
with
your
money
,
like
any
Jew
or
any
Schieber
!
’
’
You
are
very
elegant
in
your
speech
,
Lady
Chatterley
!
’
’
I
assure
you
,
you
were
very
elegant
altogether
out
there
in
the
wood
.
I
was
utterly
ashamed
of
you
.
Why
,
my
father
is
ten
times
the
human
being
you
are
:
you
gentleman
!
’
He
reached
and
rang
the
bell
for
Mrs
Bolton
.
But
he
was
yellow
at
the
gills
.
She
went
up
to
her
room
,
furious
,
saying
to
herself
:
’
Him
and
buying
people
!
Well
,
he
doesn
’
t
buy
me
,
and
therefore
there
’
s
no
need
for
me
to
stay
with
him
.
Dead
fish
of
a
gentleman
,
with
his
celluloid
soul
!
And
how
they
take
one
in
,
with
their
manners
and
their
mock
wistfulness
and
gentleness
.
They
’
ve
got
about
as
much
feeling
as
celluloid
has
.
’
She
made
her
plans
for
the
night
,
and
determined
to
get
Clifford
off
her
mind
.
She
didn
’
t
want
to
hate
him
.
She
didn
’
t
want
to
be
mixed
up
very
intimately
with
him
in
any
sort
of
feeling
.
She
wanted
him
not
to
know
anything
at
all
about
herself
:
and
especially
,
not
to
know
anything
about
her
feeling
for
the
keeper
.
This
squabble
of
her
attitude
to
the
servants
was
an
old
one
.
He
found
her
too
familiar
,
she
found
him
stupidly
insentient
,
tough
and
indiarubbery
where
other
people
were
concerned
.
She
went
downstairs
calmly
,
with
her
old
demure
bearing
,
at
dinner
-
time
.
He
was
still
yellow
at
the
gills
:
in
for
one
of
his
liver
bouts
,
when
he
was
really
very
queer
.
-
-
He
was
reading
a
French
book
.
’
Have
you
ever
read
Proust
?
’
he
asked
her
.
’
I
’
ve
tried
,
but
he
bores
me
.
’
