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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `I want this wood perfect...untouched. I want nobody to trespass in it,' said Clifford.
2.  He looked at her. She looked cold.
3.  `It was no bother, just a walk,' said Connie smiling.
4.  `Very well, Sir Clifford.'
5.  He straightened himself and saluted, watching her in silence, as she came forward with weakening limbs. He resented the intrusion; he cherished his solitude as his only and last freedom in life.
6.  Mrs Bolton also kept a cherishing eye on Connie, feeling she must extend to her her female and professional protection. She was always urging her ladyship to walk out, to drive to Uthwaite, to be in the air. For Connie had got into the habit of sitting still by the fire, pretending to read; or to sew feebly, and hardly going out at all.

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1.  But it was not really a refuge, a sanctuary, because she had no connexion with it. It was only a place where she could get away from the rest. She never really touched the spirit of the wood itself...if it had any such nonsensical thing.
2.  `Nothing else, Sir?' came the neutral voice, like one in a dream.
3.  Out of the disapproving silence came Berry's anxious question:
4.  This was a new voice in Wragby, very new for Connie to hear; it roused a new ear in her.
5.  It was her youth which rebelled. These men seemed so old and cold. Everything seemed old and cold. And Michaelis let one down so; he was no good. The men didn't want one; they just didn't really want a woman, even Michaelis didn't.
6.  `The game-keeper, Mellors, is a curious kind of person,' she said to Clifford; `he might almost be a gentleman.'

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1.  Connie only half heard this piece of novel, masculine information. She was only stunned by his feeling against her...his incomprehensible brutality. She felt so innocent.
2.  `I think they ought to.'
3.  Clifford had been long enough in the hands of nurses; he hated them, because they left him no real privacy. And a manservant!...he couldn't stand a man hanging round him. Almost better any woman. But why not Connie?
4.  `It's awfully nice of you to think of me,' he said laconically.
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6.  He looked at her. She looked cold.

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1.  When he rose, he kissed both her hands, then both her feet, in their suède slippers, and in silence went away to the end of the room, where he stood with his back to her. There was silence for some minutes. Then he turned and came to her again as she sat in her old place by the fire.
2.  Clifford, of course, had still many childish taboos and fetishes. He wanted to be thought `really good', which was all cock-a-hoopy nonsense. What was really good was what actually caught on. It was no good being really good and getting left with it. It seemed as if most of the `really good' men just missed the bus. After all you only lived one life, and if you missed the bus, you were just left on the pavement, along with the rest of the failures.
3.  `Me! Ah thowt it wor ordinary.'
4、  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.
5、  `I don't think we're altogether so spiteful,' protested Clifford.

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  • 陆俊 08-04

      `But men and women may have different feelings about the wrong sort of fellow,' she said.

  • 潘文杰 08-04

      When he rose, he kissed both her hands, then both her feet, in their suède slippers, and in silence went away to the end of the room, where he stood with his back to her. There was silence for some minutes. Then he turned and came to her again as she sat in her old place by the fire.

  • 白岩松 08-04

       The hard air was still sulphurous, but they were both used to it. Round the near horizon went the haze, opalescent with frost and smoke, and on the top lay the small blue sky; so that it was like being inside an enclosure, always inside. Life always a dream or a frenzy, inside an enclosure.

  • 姚引良 08-04

      `Perhaps some condition of the atmosphere lowers the vitality of the people?' he said.

  • 叶叔华 08-03

    {  `Nothing, good morning!'

  • 沃伯顿 08-02

      Michaelis obviously wasn't an Englishman, in spite of all the tailors, hatters, barbers, booters of the very best quarter of London. No, no, he obviously wasn't an Englishman: the wrong sort of flattish, pale face and bearing; and the wrong sort of grievance. He had a grudge and a grievance: that was obvious to any true-born English gentleman, who would scorn to let such a thing appear blatant in his own demeanour. Poor Michaelis had been much kicked, so that he had a slightly tail-between-the-legs look even now. He had pushed his way by sheer instinct and sheerer effrontery on to the stage and to the front of it, with his plays. He had caught the public. And he had thought the kicking days were over. Alas, they weren't... They never would be. For he, in a sense, asked to be kicked. He pined to be where he didn't belong...among the English upper classes. And how they enjoyed the various kicks they got at him! And how he hated them!}

  • 马娅 08-02

      `I hope I didn't disturb you?'

  • 黄晓炎 08-02

      `Oh, I don't think it's hardly my place. I don't think Sir Clifford would like it at all, my Lady.'

  • 薛理泰 08-01

       `Well then we're all plucked apples,' said Hammond, rather acidly and petulantly.

  • 坎迪斯 07-30

    {  `But there are many other ways,' said Hammond, `than the Soviet way. The Bolshevists aren't really intelligent.'

  • 尹淑华 07-30

      Vaguely she knew herself that she was going to pieces in some way. Vaguely she knew she was out of connexion: she had lost touch with the substantial and vital world. Only Clifford and his books, which did not exist...which had nothing in them! Void to void. Vaguely she knew. But it was like beating her head against a stone.

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