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to think.
’Don’t you want it?’ she asked.
’Ay!’ he said.
Then with the same eyes darkened with another flame of
consciousness, almost like sleep, he looked at her.
’Dunna ax me nowt now,’ he said. ‘Let me be. I like thee. I
luv thee when tha lies theer. A woman’s a lovely thing when
‘er’s deep ter fuck, and cunt’s good. Ah luv thee, thy legs,
an’ th’ shape on thee, an’ th’ womanness on thee. Ah luv
th’ womanness on thee. Ah luv thee wi’ my bas an’ wi’ my
heart. But dunna ax me nowt. Dunna ma’e me say nowt. Let
me stop as I am while I can. Tha can ax me iverything after.
Now let me be, let me be!’
And softly, he laid his hand over her mound of Venus, on
the soft brown maiden-hair, and himself-sat still and na-
ked on the bed, his face motionless in physical abstraction,
almost like the face of Buddha. Motionless, and in the in-
visible flame of another consciousness, he sat with his hand
on her, and waited for the turn.
After a while, he reached for his shirt and put it on,
dressed himself swiftly in silence, looked at her once as she
still lay naked and faintly golden like a Gloire de Dijon rose
on the bed, and was gone. She heard him downstairs open-
ing the door.
And still she lay musing, musing. It was very hard to go:
to go out of his arms. He called from the foot of the stairs:
‘Half past seven!’ She sighed, and got out of bed. The bare
little room! Nothing in it at all but the small chest of draw-
ers and the smallish bed. But the board floor was scrubbed

1 Lady Chatterly’s Lover