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’
An
’
sixpence
an
’
all
!
Oh
,
your
Ladyship
,
you
shouldn
’
t
,
you
shouldn
’
t
.
Why
,
isn
’
t
Lady
Chatterley
good
to
yer
!
My
word
,
you
’
re
a
lucky
girl
this
morning
!
’
She
pronounced
the
name
,
as
all
the
people
did
:
Chat
’
ley
.
-
-
Isn
’
t
Lady
Chat
’
ley
good
to
you
!
’
-
-
Connie
couldn
’
t
help
looking
at
the
old
woman
’
s
nose
,
and
the
latter
again
vaguely
wiped
her
face
with
the
back
of
her
wrist
,
but
missed
the
smudge
.
Connie
was
moving
away
’
Well
,
thank
you
ever
so
much
,
Lady
Chat
’
ley
,
I
’
m
sure
.
Say
thank
you
to
Lady
Chat
’
ley
!
’
-
-
this
last
to
the
child
.
’
Thank
you
,
’
piped
the
child
.
’
There
’
s
a
dear
!
’
laughed
Connie
,
and
she
moved
away
,
saying
’
Good
morning
’
,
heartily
relieved
to
get
away
from
the
contact
.
Curious
,
she
thought
,
that
that
thin
,
proud
man
should
have
that
little
,
sharp
woman
for
a
mother
!
And
the
old
woman
,
as
soon
as
Connie
had
gone
,
rushed
to
the
bit
of
mirror
in
the
scullery
,
and
looked
at
her
face
.
Seeing
it
,
she
stamped
her
foot
with
impatience
.
’
Of
course
she
had
to
catch
me
in
my
coarse
apron
,
and
a
dirty
face
!
Nice
idea
she
’
d
get
of
me
!
’
Connie
went
slowly
home
to
Wragby
.
’
Home
!
’
.
.
.
it
was
a
warm
word
to
use
for
that
great
,
weary
warren
.
But
then
it
was
a
word
that
had
had
its
day
.
It
was
somehow
cancelled
.
All
the
great
words
,
it
seemed
to
Connie
,
were
cancelled
for
her
generation
:
love
,
joy
,
happiness
,
home
,
mother
,
father
,
husband
,
all
these
great
,
dynamic
words
were
half
dead
now
,
and
dying
from
day
to
day
.
Home
was
a
place
you
lived
in
,
love
was
a
thing
you
didn
’
t
fool
yourself
about
,
joy
was
a
word
you
applied
to
a
good
Charleston
,
happiness
was
a
term
of
hypocrisy
used
to
bluff
other
people
,
a
father
was
an
individual
who
enjoyed
his
own
existence
,
a
husband
was
a
man
you
lived
with
and
kept
going
in
spirits
.
As
for
sex
,
the
last
of
the
great
words
,
it
was
just
a
cocktail
term
for
an
excitement
that
bucked
you
up
for
a
while
,
then
left
you
more
raggy
than
ever
.
Frayed
!
It
was
as
if
the
very
material
you
were
made
of
was
cheap
stuff
,
and
was
fraying
out
to
nothing
.
All
that
really
remained
was
a
stubborn
stoicism
:
and
in
that
there
was
a
certain
pleasure
.
In
the
very
experience
of
the
nothingness
of
life
,
phase
after
phase
,
étape
after
étape
,
there
was
a
certain
grisly
satisfaction
.
So
that
’
s
that
!
Always
this
was
the
last
utterance
:
home
,
love
,
marriage
,
Michaelis
:
So
that
’
s
that
!
And
when
one
died
,
the
last
words
to
life
would
be
:
So
that
’
s
that
!
