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He
reached
for
his
shirt
.
’
Say
goodnight
!
to
John
Thomas
,
’
he
said
,
looking
down
at
his
penis
.
’
He
’
s
safe
in
the
arms
of
creeping
Jenny
!
Not
much
burning
pestle
about
him
just
now
.
’
And
he
put
his
flannel
shirt
over
his
head
.
’
A
man
’
s
most
dangerous
moment
,
’
he
said
,
when
his
head
had
emerged
,
’
is
when
he
’
s
getting
into
his
shirt
.
Then
he
puts
his
head
in
a
bag
.
That
’
s
why
I
prefer
those
American
shirts
,
that
you
put
on
like
a
jacket
.
’
She
still
stood
watching
him
.
He
stepped
into
his
short
drawers
,
and
buttoned
them
round
the
waist
.
’
Look
at
Jane
!
’
he
said
.
’
In
all
her
blossoms
!
Who
’
ll
put
blossoms
on
you
next
year
,
Jinny
?
Me
,
or
somebody
else
?
"
Good
-
bye
,
my
bluebell
,
farewell
to
you
!
"
I
hate
that
song
,
it
’
s
early
war
days
.
’
He
then
sat
down
,
and
was
pulling
on
his
stockings
.
She
still
stood
unmoving
.
He
laid
his
hand
on
the
slope
of
her
buttocks
.
’
Pretty
little
Lady
Jane
!
’
he
said
.
’
Perhaps
in
Venice
you
’
ll
find
a
man
who
’
ll
put
jasmine
in
your
maiden
-
hair
,
and
a
pomegranate
flower
in
your
navel
.
Poor
little
lady
Jane
!
’
’
Don
’
t
say
those
things
!
’
she
said
.
’
You
only
say
them
to
hurt
me
.
’
He
dropped
his
head
.
Then
he
said
,
in
dialect
:
’
Ay
,
maybe
I
do
,
maybe
I
do
!
Well
then
,
I
’
ll
say
nowt
,
an
’
ha
’
done
wi
’
t
.
But
tha
mun
dress
thysen
,
all
’
go
back
to
thy
stately
homes
of
England
,
how
beautiful
they
stand
.
Time
’
s
up
!
Time
’
s
up
for
Sir
John
,
an
’
for
little
Lady
Jane
!
Put
thy
shimmy
on
,
Lady
Chatterley
!
Tha
might
be
anybody
,
standin
’
there
be
-
out
even
a
shimmy
,
an
’
a
few
rags
o
’
flowers
.
There
then
,
there
then
,
I
’
ll
undress
thee
,
tha
bob
-
tailed
young
throstle
.
’
And
he
took
the
leaves
from
her
hair
,
kissing
her
damp
hair
,
and
the
flowers
from
her
breasts
,
and
kissed
her
breasts
,
and
kissed
her
navel
,
and
kissed
her
maiden
-
hair
,
where
he
left
the
flowers
threaded
.
’
They
mun
stop
while
they
will
,
’
he
said
.
’
So
!
There
tha
’
rt
bare
again
,
nowt
but
a
bare
-
arsed
lass
an
’
a
bit
of
a
Lady
Jane
!
Now
put
thy
shimmy
on
,
for
tha
mun
go
,
or
else
Lady
Chatterley
’
s
goin
’
to
be
late
for
dinner
,
an
’
where
’
ave
yer
been
to
my
pretty
maid
!
’
She
never
knew
how
to
answer
him
when
he
was
in
this
condition
of
the
vernacular
.
So
she
dressed
herself
and
prepared
to
go
a
little
ignominiously
home
to
Wragby
.
Or
so
she
felt
it
:
a
little
ignominiously
home
.
