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’
Mellors
!
’
called
Clifford
.
The
man
faced
lightly
round
,
and
saluted
with
a
quick
little
gesture
,
a
soldier
!
’
Will
you
turn
the
chair
round
and
get
it
started
?
That
makes
it
easier
,
’
said
Clifford
.
The
man
at
once
slung
his
gun
over
his
shoulder
,
and
came
forward
with
the
same
curious
swift
,
yet
soft
movements
,
as
if
keeping
invisible
.
He
was
moderately
tall
and
lean
,
and
was
silent
.
He
did
not
look
at
Connie
at
all
,
only
at
the
chair
.
’
Connie
,
this
is
the
new
game
-
keeper
,
Mellors
.
You
haven
’
t
spoken
to
her
ladyship
yet
,
Mellors
?
’
’
No
,
Sir
!
’
came
the
ready
,
neutral
words
.
The
man
lifted
his
hat
as
he
stood
,
showing
his
thick
,
almost
fair
hair
.
He
stared
straight
into
Connie
’
s
eyes
,
with
a
perfect
,
fearless
,
impersonal
look
,
as
if
he
wanted
to
see
what
she
was
like
.
He
made
her
feel
shy
.
She
bent
her
head
to
him
shyly
,
and
he
changed
his
hat
to
his
left
hand
and
made
her
a
slight
bow
,
like
a
gentleman
;
but
he
said
nothing
at
all
.
He
remained
for
a
moment
still
,
with
his
hat
in
his
hand
.
’
But
you
’
ve
been
here
some
time
,
haven
’
t
you
?
’
Connie
said
to
him
.
’
Eight
months
,
Madam
.
.
.
your
Ladyship
!
’
he
corrected
himself
calmly
.
