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ing her damp hair, and the flowers from her breasts, and
            kissed  her  breasts,  and  kissed  her  navel,  and  kissed  her
           maiden-hair, where he left the flowers threaded. ‘They mun
            stop while they will,’ he said. ‘So! There tha’rt bare again,
           nowt but a bare-arsed lass an’ a bit of a Lady Jane! Now put
           thy shimmy on, for tha mun go, or else Lady Chatterley’s
            goin’ to be late for dinner, an’ where ‘ave yer been to my
           pretty maid!’
              She never knew how to answer him when he was in this
            condition of the vernacular. So she dressed herself and pre-
           pared to go a little ignominiously home to Wragby. Or so
            she felt it: a little ignominiously home.
              He would accompany her to the broad riding. His young
           pheasants were all right under the shelter.
              When he and she came out on to the riding, there was
           Mrs Bolton faltering palely towards them.
              ’Oh, my Lady, we wondered if anything had happened!’
              ’No! Nothing has happened.’
              Mrs Bolton looked into the man’s face, that was smooth
            and new-looking with love. She met his half-laughing, half-
           mocking  eyes.  He  always  laughed  at  mischance.  But  he
            looked at her kindly.
              ’Evening,  Mrs  Bolton!  Your  Ladyship  will  be  all  right
           now,  so  I  can  leave  you.  Good-night  to  your  Ladyship!
           Good-night, Mrs Bolton!’
              He saluted and turned away.





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