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got to! Your vitality is much too low; no reserves, no re-
serves. The nerves of the heart a bit queer already: oh, yes!
Nothing but nerves; I’d put you right in a month at Cannes
or Biarritz. But it mustn’t go on, MUSTN’T, I tell you, or I
won’t be answerable for consequences. You’re spending your
life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, proper-
ly, healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without
making any. Can’t go on, you know. Depression! Avoid de-
pression!’
Hilda set her jaw, and that meant something.
Michaelis heard they were in town, and came running
with roses. ‘Why, whatever’s wrong?’ he cried. ‘You’re a
shadow of yourself. Why, I never saw such a change! Why
ever didn’t you let me know? Come to Nice with me! Come
down to Sicily! Go on, come to Sicily with me. It’s lovely
there just now. You want sun! You want life! Why, you’re
wasting away! Come away with me! Come to Africa! Oh,
hang Sir Clifford! Chuck him, and come along with me. I’ll
marry you the minute he divorces you. Come along and try
a life! God’s love! That place Wragby would kill anybody.
Beastly place! Foul place! Kill anybody! Come away with
me into the sun! It’s the sun you want, of course, and a bit
of normal life.’
But Connie’s heart simply stood still at the thought of
abandoning Clifford there and then. She couldn’t do it. No...
no! She just couldn’t. She had to go back to Wragby.
Michaelis was disgusted. Hilda didn’t like Michaelis, but
she ALMOST preferred him to Clifford. Back went the sis-
ters to the Midlands.

11 Lady Chatterly’s Lover