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how lovely! so on his own, so strange! And so innocent!
And he comes so far into me! You must NEVER insult him,
you know. He’s mine too. He’s not only yours. He’s mine!
And so lovely and innocent!’ And she held the penis soft in
her hand.
He laughed.
’Blest be the tie that binds our hearts in kindred love,’ he
said.
’Of course!’ she said. ‘Even when he’s soft and little I feel
my heart simply tied to him. And how lovely your hair is
here! quite, quite different!’
’That’s John Thomas’s hair, not mine!’ he said.
’John Thomas! John Thomas!’ and she quickly kissed the
soft penis, that was beginning to stir again.
’Ay!’ said the man, stretching his body almost painfully.
‘He’s got his root in my soul, has that gentleman! An’ some-
times I don’ know what ter do wi’ him. Ay, he’s got a will of
his own, an’ it’s hard to suit him. Yet I wouldn’t have him
killed.’
’No wonder men have always been afraid of him!’ she
said. ‘He’s rather terrible.’
The quiver was going through the man’s body, as the
stream of consciousness again changed its direction, turn-
ing downwards. And he was helpless, as the penis in slow
soft undulations filled and surged and rose up, and grew
hard, standing there hard and overweening, in its curious
towering fashion. The woman too trembled a little as she
watched.
’There! Take him then! He’s thine,’ said the man.

10 Lady Chatterly’s Lover