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There
was
no
communication
between
Wragby
Hall
and
Tevershall
village
,
none
.
No
caps
were
touched
,
no
curtseys
bobbed
.
The
colliers
merely
stared
;
the
tradesmen
lifted
their
caps
to
Connie
as
to
an
acquaintance
,
and
nodded
awkwardly
to
Clifford
;
that
was
all
.
Gulf
impassable
,
and
a
quiet
sort
of
resentment
on
either
side
.
At
first
Connie
suffered
from
the
steady
drizzle
of
resentment
that
came
from
the
village
.
Then
she
hardened
herself
to
it
,
and
it
became
a
sort
of
tonic
,
something
to
live
up
to
.
It
was
not
that
she
and
Clifford
were
unpopular
,
they
merely
belonged
to
another
species
altogether
from
the
colliers
.
Gulf
impassable
,
breach
indescribable
,
such
as
is
perhaps
nonexistent
south
of
the
Trent
.
But
in
the
Midlands
and
the
industrial
North
gulf
impassable
,
across
which
no
communication
could
take
place
.
You
stick
to
your
side
,
I
’
ll
stick
to
mine
!
A
strange
denial
of
the
common
pulse
of
humanity
.
Yet
the
village
sympathized
with
Clifford
and
Connie
in
the
abstract
.
In
the
flesh
it
was
-
-
You
leave
me
alone
!
-
-
on
either
side
.
The
rector
was
a
nice
man
of
about
sixty
,
full
of
his
duty
,
and
reduced
,
personally
,
almost
to
a
nonentity
by
the
silent
-
-
You
leave
me
alone
!
-
-
of
the
village
.
The
miners
’
wives
were
nearly
all
Methodists
.
The
miners
were
nothing
.
But
even
so
much
official
uniform
as
the
clergyman
wore
was
enough
to
obscure
entirely
the
fact
that
he
was
a
man
like
any
other
man
.
No
,
he
was
Mester
Ashby
,
a
sort
of
automatic
preaching
and
praying
concern
.
This
stubborn
,
instinctive
-
-
We
think
ourselves
as
good
as
you
,
if
you
are
Lady
Chatterley
!
-
-
puzzled
and
baffled
Connie
at
first
extremely
.
The
curious
,
suspicious
,
false
amiability
with
which
the
miners
’
wives
met
her
overtures
;
the
curiously
offensive
tinge
of
-
-
Oh
dear
me
!
I
am
somebody
now
,
with
Lady
Chatterley
talking
to
me
!
But
she
needn
’
t
think
I
’
m
not
as
good
as
her
for
all
that
!
-
-
which
she
always
heard
twanging
in
the
women
’
s
half
-
fawning
voices
,
was
impossible
.
There
was
no
getting
past
it
.
It
was
hopelessly
and
offensively
nonconformist
.
Clifford
left
them
alone
,
and
she
learnt
to
do
the
same
:
she
just
went
by
without
looking
at
them
,
and
they
stared
as
if
she
were
a
walking
wax
figure
.
When
he
had
to
deal
with
them
,
Clifford
was
rather
haughty
and
contemptuous
;
one
could
no
longer
afford
to
be
friendly
.
In
fact
he
was
altogether
rather
supercilious
and
contemptuous
of
anyone
not
in
his
own
class
.
He
stood
his
ground
,
without
any
attempt
at
conciliation
.
And
he
was
neither
liked
nor
disliked
by
the
people
:
he
was
just
part
of
things
,
like
the
pit
-
bank
and
Wragby
itself
.
But
Clifford
was
really
extremely
shy
and
self
-
conscious
now
he
was
lamed
.
He
hated
seeing
anyone
except
just
the
personal
servants
.
For
he
had
to
sit
in
a
wheeled
chair
or
a
sort
of
bath
-
chair
.
Nevertheless
he
was
just
as
carefully
dressed
as
ever
,
by
his
expensive
tailors
,
and
he
wore
the
careful
Bond
Street
neckties
just
as
before
,
and
from
the
top
he
looked
just
as
smart
and
impressive
as
ever
.
He
had
never
been
one
of
the
modern
ladylike
young
men
:
rather
bucolic
even
,
with
his
ruddy
face
and
broad
shoulders
.
But
his
very
quiet
,
hesitating
voice
,
and
his
eyes
,
at
the
same
time
bold
and
frightened
,
assured
and
uncertain
,
revealed
his
nature
.
His
manner
was
often
offensively
supercilious
,
and
then
again
modest
and
self
-
effacing
,
almost
tremulous
.
Connie
and
he
were
attached
to
one
another
,
in
the
aloof
modern
way
.
He
was
much
too
hurt
in
himself
,
the
great
shock
of
his
maiming
,
to
be
easy
and
flippant
.
He
was
a
hurt
thing
.
And
as
such
Connie
stuck
to
him
passionately
.
But
she
could
not
help
feeling
how
little
connexion
he
really
had
with
people
.
The
miners
were
,
in
a
sense
,
his
own
men
;
but
he
saw
them
as
objects
rather
than
men
,
parts
of
the
pit
rather
than
parts
of
life
,
crude
raw
phenomena
rather
than
human
beings
along
with
him
.
He
was
in
some
way
afraid
of
them
,
he
could
not
bear
to
have
them
look
at
him
now
he
was
lame
.
And
their
queer
,
crude
life
seemed
as
unnatural
as
that
of
hedgehogs
.
