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’
The
game
-
keeper
,
Mellors
,
is
a
curious
kind
of
person
,
’
she
said
to
Clifford
;
’
he
might
almost
be
a
gentleman
.
’
’
Might
he
?
’
said
Clifford
.
’
I
hadn
’
t
noticed
.
’
’
But
isn
’
t
there
something
special
about
him
?
’
Connie
insisted
.
’
I
think
he
’
s
quite
a
nice
fellow
,
but
I
know
very
little
about
him
.
He
only
came
out
of
the
army
last
year
,
less
than
a
year
ago
.
From
India
,
I
rather
think
.
He
may
have
picked
up
certain
tricks
out
there
,
perhaps
he
was
an
officer
’
s
servant
,
and
improved
on
his
position
.
Some
of
the
men
were
like
that
.
But
it
does
them
no
good
,
they
have
to
fall
back
into
their
old
places
when
they
get
home
again
.
’
Connie
gazed
at
Clifford
contemplatively
.
She
saw
in
him
the
peculiar
tight
rebuff
against
anyone
of
the
lower
classes
who
might
be
really
climbing
up
,
which
she
knew
was
characteristic
of
his
breed
.
’
But
don
’
t
you
think
there
is
something
special
about
him
?
’
she
asked
.
’
Frankly
,
no
!
Nothing
I
had
noticed
’
He
looked
at
her
curiously
,
uneasily
,
half
-
suspiciously
.
And
she
felt
he
wasn
’
t
telling
her
the
real
truth
;
he
wasn
’
t
telling
himself
the
real
truth
,
that
was
it
.
He
disliked
any
suggestion
of
a
really
exceptional
human
being
.
People
must
be
more
or
less
at
his
level
,
or
below
it
.
Connie
felt
again
the
tightness
,
niggardliness
of
the
men
of
her
generation
.
They
were
so
tight
,
so
scared
of
life
!
