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’
But
I
’
m
not
an
invalid
,
and
I
will
not
have
a
manservant
,
’
said
Clifford
,
poor
devil
.
’
And
here
are
the
addresses
of
two
women
;
I
saw
one
of
them
,
she
would
do
very
well
;
a
woman
of
about
fifty
,
quiet
,
strong
,
kind
,
and
in
her
way
cultured
.
.
.
’
Clifford
only
sulked
,
and
would
not
answer
.
’
Very
well
,
Clifford
.
If
we
don
’
t
settle
something
by
to
-
morrow
,
I
shall
telegraph
to
Father
,
and
we
shall
take
Connie
away
.
’
’
Will
Connie
go
?
’
asked
Clifford
.
’
She
doesn
’
t
want
to
,
but
she
knows
she
must
.
Mother
died
of
cancer
,
brought
on
by
fretting
.
We
’
re
not
running
any
risks
.
’
So
next
day
Clifford
suggested
Mrs
Bolton
,
Tevershall
parish
nurse
.
Apparently
Mrs
Betts
had
thought
of
her
.
Mrs
Bolton
was
just
retiring
from
her
parish
duties
to
take
up
private
nursing
jobs
.
Clifford
had
a
queer
dread
of
delivering
himself
into
the
hands
of
a
stranger
,
but
this
Mrs
Bolton
had
once
nursed
him
through
scarlet
fever
,
and
he
knew
her
.
The
two
sisters
at
once
called
on
Mrs
Bolton
,
in
a
newish
house
in
a
row
,
quite
select
for
Tevershall
.
They
found
a
rather
good
-
looking
woman
of
forty
-
odd
,
in
a
nurse
’
s
uniform
,
with
a
white
collar
and
apron
,
just
making
herself
tea
in
a
small
crowded
sitting
-
room
.
Mrs
Bolton
was
most
attentive
and
polite
,
seemed
quite
nice
,
spoke
with
a
bit
of
a
broad
slur
,
but
in
heavily
correct
English
,
and
from
having
bossed
the
sick
colliers
for
a
good
many
years
,
had
a
very
good
opinion
of
herself
,
and
a
fair
amount
of
assurance
.
In
short
,
in
her
tiny
way
,
one
of
the
governing
class
in
the
village
,
very
much
respected
.
’
Yes
,
Lady
Chatterley
’
s
not
looking
at
all
well
!
Why
,
she
used
to
be
that
bonny
,
didn
’
t
she
now
?
But
she
’
s
been
failing
all
winter
!
Oh
,
it
’
s
hard
,
it
is
.
Poor
Sir
Clifford
!
Eh
,
that
war
,
it
’
s
a
lot
to
answer
for
.
’
