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’
On
an
old
towel
and
at
the
fire
.
’
He
still
stared
at
her
in
a
dumbfounded
way
.
’
And
supposing
anybody
came
,
’
he
said
.
’
Who
would
come
?
’
’
Who
?
Why
,
anybody
!
And
Mellors
.
Does
he
come
?
He
must
come
in
the
evenings
.
’
’
Yes
,
he
came
later
,
when
it
had
cleared
up
,
to
feed
the
pheasants
with
corn
.
’
She
spoke
with
amazing
nonchalance
.
Mrs
Bolton
,
who
was
listening
in
the
next
room
,
heard
in
sheer
admiration
.
To
think
a
woman
could
carry
it
off
so
naturally
!
’
And
suppose
he
’
d
come
while
you
were
running
about
in
the
rain
with
nothing
on
,
like
a
maniac
?
’
’
I
suppose
he
’
d
have
had
the
fright
of
his
life
,
and
cleared
out
as
fast
as
he
could
.
’
Clifford
still
stared
at
her
transfixed
.
What
he
thought
in
his
under
-
consciousness
he
would
never
know
.
And
he
was
too
much
taken
aback
to
form
one
clear
thought
in
his
upper
consciousness
.
He
just
simply
accepted
what
she
said
,
in
a
sort
of
blank
.
And
he
admired
her
.
He
could
not
help
admiring
her
.
She
looked
so
flushed
and
handsome
and
smooth
:
love
smooth
.
