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’You do think, don’t you, that there is something eternal
in marriage?’
She looked at him.
’But Clifford, you make eternity sound like a lid or a long,
long chain that trailed after one, no matter how far one
went.’
He looked at her, annoyed.
’What I mean,’ he said, ‘is that if you go to Venice, you
won’t go in the hopes of some love affair that you can take
AU GRAND S RIEUX, will you?’
’A love affair in Venice AU GRAND S RIEUX? No. I as-
sure you! No, I’d never take a love affair in Venice more
than AU TRÔS PETIT S RIEUX.’
She spoke with a queer kind of contempt. He knitted his
brows, looking at her.
Coming downstairs in the morning, she found the keep-
er’s dog Flossie sitting in the corridor outside Clifford’s
room, and whimpering very faintly.
’Why, Flossie!’ she said softly. ‘What are you doing here?’
And she quietly opened Clifford’s door. Clifford was sit-
ting up in bed, with the bed-table and typewriter pushed
aside, and the keeper was standing at attention at the foot of
the bed. Flossie ran in. With a faint gesture of head and eyes,
Mellors ordered her to the door again, and she slunk out.
’Oh, good morning, Clifford!’ Connie said. ‘I didn’t know
you were busy.’ Then she looked at the keeper, saying good
morning to him. He murmured his reply, looking at her as
if vaguely. But she felt a whiff of passion touch her, from his
mere presence.

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