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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `Oh, there's nothing sacrosanct about a silver tea-pot,' said Connie.
2.  Money? Perhaps one couldn't say the same there. Money one always wanted. Money, Success, the bitch-goddess, as Tommy Dukes persisted in calling it, after Henry James, that was a permanent necessity. You couldn't spend your last sou, and say finally: So that's that! No, if you lived even another ten minutes, you wanted a few more sous for something or other. Just to keep the business mechanically going, you needed money. You had to have it. Money you have to have. You needn't really have anything else. So that's that!
3.  `Thank you,' piped the child.
4.  `Money!' he said. `Money is a sort of instinct. It's a sort of property of nature in a man to make money. It's nothing you do. It's no trick you play. It's a sort of permanent accident of your own nature; once you start, you make money, and you go on; up to a point, I suppose.'
5.  He watched her closely, as she was moving away. Then he hitched up his jacket, and put his hand in his breeches pocket, taking out the key of the hut.
6.  `Afternoon, my Lady!' He saluted and turned abruptly away. She had wakened the sleeping dogs of old voracious anger in him, anger against the self-willed female. And he was powerless, powerless. He knew it!

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1.  And Connie felt herself released, in another world, she felt she breathed differently. But still she was afraid of how many of her roots, perhaps mortal ones, were tangled with Clifford's. Yet still, she breathed freer, a new phase was going to begin in her life.
2.  Michaelis had seized upon Clifford as the central figure for a play; already he had sketched in the plot, and written the first act. For Michaelis was even better than Clifford at making a display of nothingness. It was the last bit of passion left in these men: the passion for making a display. Sexually they were passionless, even dead. And now it was not money that Michaelis was after. Clifford had never been primarily out for money, though he made it where he could, for money is the seal and stamp of success. And success was what they wanted. They wanted, both of them, to make a real display...a man's own very display of himself that should capture for a time the vast populace.
3.  She wondered why he should be miserable. `Won't you sit down again?' she said. He glanced at the door.
4.  `You couldn't go off at the same time as a man, could you? You'd have to bring yourself off! You'd have to run the show!'
5.  But then Mick wasn't trying to do anything, but just get through his life, and put as much across other people as they tried to put across him. He was really anti-social, which was what Clifford and his cronies had against him. Clifford and his cronies were not anti-social; they were more or less bent on saving mankind, or on instructing it, to say the least.
6.  `I only called with a message from Sir Clifford,' she said in her soft, rather breathless voice.

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1.  Connie was not keen on chains, but she said nothing. She was thinking of the curious impersonality of his desire for a son.
2.  `I want this wood perfect...untouched. I want nobody to trespass in it,' said Clifford.
3.  The little girl clung to her grandmother's skirts and simpered.
4.  Yet the village sympathized with Clifford and Connie in the abstract. In the flesh it was---You leave me alone!---on either side.
5.   `T'nuisance on me!' he said briefly, but significantly. She flushed. `Very well!' she said finally. `I won't trouble you. But I don't think I should have minded at all sitting and seeing you look after the birds. I should have liked it. But since you think it interferes with you, I won't disturb you, don't be afraid. You are Sir Clifford's keeper, not mine.'
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1.  And the keeper, his thin, white body, like a lonely pistil of an invisible flower! She had forgotten him in her unspeakable depression. But now something roused...`Pale beyond porch and portal'...the thing to do was to pass the porches and the portals.
2.  `I think they ought to.'
3.  He looked at her curiously.
4、  `What sort of great thing?' said Tommy.
5、  `They aren't, of course,' chimed in Berry, a brown, shy young man, who had called to see Dukes, and was staying the night.

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  • 庄文刚 08-06

      `Why should I mind your being here?' she asked.

  • 萧美琴 08-06

      What could she do but leave it alone? So she left it alone. Miss Chatterley came sometimes, with her aristocratic thin face, and triumphed, finding nothing altered. She would never forgive Connie for ousting her from her union in consciousness with her brother. It was she, Emma, who should be bringing forth the stories, these books, with him; the Chatterley stories, something new in the world, that they, the Chatterleys, had put there. There was no other standard. There was no organic connexion with the thought and expression that had gone before. Only something new in the world: the Chatterley books, entirely personal.

  • 西安-贵阳 08-06

       `Couldn't we get another key?' she asked in her soft voice, that underneath had the ring of a woman determined to get her way.

  • 徐弘庭 08-06

      `With the child?' asked Connie.

  • 汪厝 08-05

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  • 彼得斯 08-04

      `Who is your game-keeper?' Connie asked at lunch.}

  • 郝渊晓 08-04

      `Of course I should mind. Sex is a private thing between me and Julia; and of course I should mind anyone else trying to mix in.'

  • 张建军 08-04

      `Spirits!' said Jack, drinking his whisky and soda.

  • 布莱恩邓纳姆 08-03

       But Emma said No! She was ten years older than Clifford, and she felt his marrying would be a desertion and a betrayal of what the young ones of the family had stood for.

  • 吴少文 08-01

    {  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.

  • 黄琳 08-01

      `But isn't there something special about him?' Connie insisted.

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