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’
That
’
s
the
lane
to
the
cottage
!
’
said
Connie
.
Hilda
glanced
at
it
impatiently
.
’
It
’
s
a
frightful
pity
we
can
’
t
go
straight
off
!
’
she
said
.
We
could
have
been
in
Pall
Mall
by
nine
o
’
clock
.
’
’
I
’
m
sorry
for
your
sake
,
’
said
Connie
,
from
behind
her
goggles
.
They
were
soon
at
Mansfield
,
that
once
-
romantic
,
now
utterly
disheartening
colliery
town
.
Hilda
stopped
at
the
hotel
named
in
the
motor
-
car
book
,
and
took
a
room
.
The
whole
thing
was
utterly
uninteresting
,
and
she
was
almost
too
angry
to
talk
.
However
,
Connie
had
to
tell
her
something
of
the
man
’
s
history
.
’
He
!
He
!
What
name
do
you
call
him
by
?
You
only
say
he
,
’
said
Hilda
.
’
I
’
ve
never
called
him
by
any
name
:
nor
he
me
:
which
is
curious
,
when
you
come
to
think
of
it
.
Unless
we
say
Lady
Jane
and
John
Thomas
.
But
his
name
is
Oliver
Mellors
.
’
’
And
how
would
you
like
to
be
Mrs
Oliver
Mellors
,
instead
of
Lady
Chatterley
?
’
’
I
’
d
love
it
.
’
There
was
nothing
to
be
done
with
Connie
.
And
anyhow
,
if
the
man
had
been
a
lieutenant
in
the
army
in
India
for
four
or
five
years
,
he
must
be
more
or
less
presentable
.
Apparently
he
had
character
.
Hilda
began
to
relent
a
little
.
