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From
which
a
letter
of
Clifford
roused
her
.
We
too
have
had
our
mild
local
excitement
.
It
appears
the
truant
wife
of
Mellors
,
the
keeper
,
turned
up
at
the
cottage
and
found
herself
unwelcome
.
He
packed
her
off
,
and
locked
the
door
.
Report
has
it
,
however
,
that
when
he
returned
from
the
wood
he
found
the
no
longer
fair
lady
firmly
established
in
his
bed
,
in
puris
naturalibus
;
or
one
should
say
,
in
impuris
naturalibus
.
She
had
broken
a
window
and
got
in
that
way
.
Unable
to
evict
the
somewhat
man
-
handled
Venus
from
his
couch
,
he
beat
a
retreat
and
retired
,
it
is
said
,
to
his
mother
’
s
house
in
Tevershall
.
Meanwhile
the
Venus
of
Stacks
Gate
is
established
in
the
cottage
,
which
she
claims
is
her
home
,
and
Apollo
,
apparently
,
is
domiciled
in
Tevershall
.
I
repeat
this
from
hearsay
,
as
Mellors
has
not
come
to
me
personally
.
I
had
this
particular
bit
of
local
garbage
from
our
garbage
bird
,
our
ibis
,
our
scavenging
turkey
-
buzzard
,
Mrs
Bolton
.
I
would
not
have
repeated
it
had
she
not
exclaimed
:
her
Ladyship
will
go
no
more
to
the
wood
if
that
woman
’
s
going
to
be
about
!
I
like
your
picture
of
Sir
Malcolm
striding
into
the
sea
with
white
hair
blowing
and
pink
flesh
glowing
.
I
envy
you
that
sun
.
Here
it
rains
.
But
I
don
’
t
envy
Sir
Malcolm
his
inveterate
mortal
carnality
.
However
,
it
suits
his
age
.
Apparently
one
grows
more
carnal
and
more
mortal
as
one
grows
older
.
Only
youth
has
a
taste
of
immortality
-
-
This
news
affected
Connie
in
her
state
of
semi
-
stupefied
well
-
being
with
vexation
amounting
to
exasperation
.
Now
she
had
got
to
be
bothered
by
that
beast
of
a
woman
!
Now
she
must
start
and
fret
!
She
had
no
letter
from
Mellors
.
They
had
agreed
not
to
write
at
all
,
but
now
she
wanted
to
hear
from
him
personally
.
After
all
,
he
was
the
father
of
the
child
that
was
coming
.
Let
him
write
!
But
how
hateful
!
Now
everything
was
messed
up
.
How
foul
those
low
people
were
!
How
nice
it
was
here
,
in
the
sunshine
and
the
indolence
,
compared
to
that
dismal
mess
of
that
English
Midlands
!
After
all
,
a
clear
sky
was
almost
the
most
important
thing
in
life
.
She
did
not
mention
the
fact
of
her
pregnancy
,
even
to
Hilda
.
She
wrote
to
Mrs
Bolton
for
exact
information
.
Duncan
Forbes
,
an
artist
friend
of
theirs
,
had
arrived
at
the
Villa
Esmeralda
,
coming
north
from
Rome
.
Now
he
made
a
third
in
the
gondola
,
and
he
bathed
with
them
across
the
lagoon
,
and
was
their
escort
:
a
quiet
,
almost
taciturn
young
man
,
very
advanced
in
his
art
.
She
had
a
letter
from
Mrs
Bolton
:
