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His
body
shivered
suddenly
in
an
indrawn
breath
of
silent
sobbing
,
and
the
tears
ran
quicker
down
his
face
.
She
laid
her
hand
on
his
arm
,
and
her
own
tears
fell
again
.
Again
the
shiver
went
through
him
,
like
a
convulsion
,
and
she
laid
her
arm
round
his
shoulder
.
’
There
,
there
!
There
,
there
!
Don
’
t
you
fret
,
then
,
don
’
t
you
!
Don
’
t
you
fret
!
’
she
moaned
to
him
,
while
her
own
tears
fell
.
And
she
drew
him
to
her
,
and
held
her
arms
round
his
great
shoulders
,
while
he
laid
his
face
on
her
bosom
and
sobbed
,
shaking
and
hulking
his
huge
shoulders
,
whilst
she
softly
stroked
his
dusky
-
blond
hair
and
said
:
’
There
!
There
!
There
!
There
then
!
There
then
!
Never
you
mind
!
Never
you
mind
,
then
!
’
And
he
put
his
arms
round
her
and
clung
to
her
like
a
child
,
wetting
the
bib
of
her
starched
white
apron
,
and
the
bosom
of
her
pale
-
blue
cotton
dress
,
with
his
tears
.
He
had
let
himself
go
altogether
,
at
last
.
So
at
length
she
kissed
him
,
and
rocked
him
on
her
bosom
,
and
in
her
heart
she
said
to
herself
:
’
Oh
,
Sir
Clifford
!
Oh
,
high
and
mighty
Chatterleys
!
Is
this
what
you
’
ve
come
down
to
!
’
And
finally
he
even
went
to
sleep
,
like
a
child
.
And
she
felt
worn
out
,
and
went
to
her
own
room
,
where
she
laughed
and
cried
at
once
,
with
a
hysteria
of
her
own
.
It
was
so
ridiculous
!
It
was
so
awful
!
Such
a
come
-
down
!
So
shameful
!
And
it
was
so
upsetting
as
well
.
After
this
,
Clifford
became
like
a
child
with
Mrs
Bolton
.
He
would
hold
her
hand
,
and
rest
his
head
on
her
breast
,
and
when
she
once
lightly
kissed
him
,
he
said
!
’
Yes
!
Do
kiss
me
!
Do
kiss
me
!
’
And
when
she
sponged
his
great
blond
body
,
he
would
say
the
same
!
’
Do
kiss
me
!
’
and
she
would
lightly
kiss
his
body
,
anywhere
,
half
in
mockery
.
And
he
lay
with
a
queer
,
blank
face
like
a
child
,
with
a
bit
of
the
wonderment
of
a
child
.
And
he
would
gaze
on
her
with
wide
,
childish
eyes
,
in
a
relaxation
of
madonna
-
worship
.
It
was
sheer
relaxation
on
his
part
,
letting
go
all
his
manhood
,
and
sinking
back
to
a
childish
position
that
was
really
perverse
.
And
then
he
would
put
his
hand
into
her
bosom
and
feel
her
breasts
,
and
kiss
them
in
exultation
,
the
exultation
of
perversity
,
of
being
a
child
when
he
was
a
man
.
Mrs
Bolton
was
both
thrilled
and
ashamed
,
she
both
loved
and
hated
it
.
Yet
she
never
rebuffed
nor
rebuked
him
.
And
they
drew
into
a
closer
physical
intimacy
,
an
intimacy
of
perversity
,
when
he
was
a
child
stricken
with
an
apparent
candour
and
an
apparent
wonderment
,
that
looked
almost
like
a
religious
exaltation
:
the
perverse
and
literal
rendering
of
:
’
except
ye
become
again
as
a
little
child
’
.
While
she
was
the
Magna
Mater
,
full
of
power
and
potency
,
having
the
great
blond
child
-
man
under
her
will
and
her
stroke
entirely
.
The
curious
thing
was
that
when
this
child
-
man
,
which
Clifford
was
now
and
which
he
had
been
becoming
for
years
,
emerged
into
the
world
,
it
was
much
sharper
and
keener
than
the
real
man
he
used
to
be
.
This
perverted
child
-
man
was
now
a
real
business
-
man
;
when
it
was
a
question
of
affairs
,
he
was
an
absolute
he
-
man
,
sharp
as
a
needle
,
and
impervious
as
a
bit
of
steel
.
When
he
was
out
among
men
,
seeking
his
own
ends
,
and
’
making
good
’
his
colliery
workings
,
he
had
an
almost
uncanny
shrewdness
,
hardness
,
and
a
straight
sharp
punch
.
It
was
as
if
his
very
passivity
and
prostitution
to
the
Magna
Mater
gave
him
insight
into
material
business
affairs
,
and
lent
him
a
certain
remarkable
inhuman
force
.
The
wallowing
in
private
emotion
,
the
utter
abasement
of
his
manly
self
,
seemed
to
lend
him
a
second
nature
,
cold
,
almost
visionary
,
business
-
clever
.
In
business
he
was
quite
inhuman
.
And
in
this
Mrs
Bolton
triumphed
.
’
How
he
’
s
getting
on
!
’
she
would
say
to
herself
in
pride
.
’
And
that
’
s
my
doing
!
My
word
,
he
’
d
never
have
got
on
like
this
with
Lady
Chatterley
.
She
was
not
the
one
to
put
a
man
forward
.
She
wanted
too
much
for
herself
.
