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He
looked
at
her
weirdly
,
without
an
answer
.
It
was
obvious
,
he
couldn
’
t
even
accept
the
fact
of
the
existence
of
Mellors
,
in
any
connexion
with
his
own
life
.
It
was
sheer
,
unspeakable
,
impotent
hate
.
’
And
do
you
mean
to
say
you
’
d
marry
him
?
-
-
and
bear
his
foul
name
?
’
he
asked
at
length
.
’
Yes
,
that
’
s
what
I
want
.
’
He
was
again
as
if
dumbfounded
.
’
Yes
!
’
he
said
at
last
.
’
That
proves
that
what
I
’
ve
always
thought
about
you
is
correct
:
you
’
re
not
normal
,
you
’
re
not
in
your
right
senses
.
You
’
re
one
of
those
half
-
insane
,
perverted
women
who
must
run
after
depravity
,
the
nostalgie
de
la
boue
.
’
Suddenly
he
had
become
almost
wistfully
moral
,
seeing
himself
the
incarnation
of
good
,
and
people
like
Mellors
and
Connie
the
incarnation
of
mud
,
of
evil
.
He
seemed
to
be
growing
vague
,
inside
a
nimbus
.
’
So
don
’
t
you
think
you
’
d
better
divorce
me
and
have
done
with
it
?
’
she
said
.
’
No
!
You
can
go
where
you
like
,
but
I
shan
’
t
divorce
you
,
’
he
said
idiotically
.
’
Why
not
?
’
He
was
silent
,
in
the
silence
of
imbecile
obstinacy
.
