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’
It
’
s
not
being
very
tender
to
them
,
’
she
said
.
’
Tender
to
them
?
Yea
,
even
then
the
tenderest
thing
you
could
do
for
them
,
perhaps
,
would
be
to
give
them
death
.
They
can
’
t
live
!
They
only
frustrate
life
.
Their
souls
are
awful
inside
them
.
Death
ought
to
be
sweet
to
them
.
And
I
ought
to
be
allowed
to
shoot
them
.
’
’
But
you
wouldn
’
t
do
it
,
’
she
said
.
’
I
would
though
!
and
with
less
qualms
than
I
shoot
a
weasel
.
It
anyhow
has
a
prettiness
and
a
loneliness
.
But
they
are
legion
.
Oh
,
I
’
d
shoot
them
.
’
’
Then
perhaps
it
is
just
as
well
you
daren
’
t
.
’
’
Well
.
’
Connie
had
now
plenty
to
think
of
.
It
was
evident
he
wanted
absolutely
to
be
free
of
Bertha
Coutts
.
And
she
felt
he
was
right
.
The
last
attack
had
been
too
grim
.
This
meant
her
living
alone
,
till
spring
.
Perhaps
she
could
get
divorced
from
Clifford
.
But
how
?
If
Mellors
were
named
,
then
there
was
an
end
to
his
divorce
.
How
loathsome
!
Couldn
’
t
one
go
right
away
,
to
the
far
ends
of
the
earth
,
and
be
free
from
it
all
?
One
could
not
.
The
far
ends
of
the
world
are
not
five
minutes
from
Charing
Cross
,
nowadays
.
While
the
wireless
is
active
,
there
are
no
far
ends
of
the
earth
.
Kings
of
Dahomey
and
Lamas
of
Tibet
listen
in
to
London
and
New
York
.
Patience
!
Patience
!
The
world
is
a
vast
and
ghastly
intricacy
of
mechanism
,
and
one
has
to
be
very
wary
,
not
to
get
mangled
by
it
.
