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grin flickering on his face. And she heard his voice again:
Tha’s got the nicest woman’s arse of anybody! And she felt
his hand warmly and softly closing over her tail again, over
her secret places, like a benediction. And the warmth ran
through her womb, and the little flames flickered in her
knees, and she said: Oh, no! I mustn’t go back on it! I must
not go back on him. I must stick to him and to what I had of
him, through everything. I had no warm, flamy life till he
gave it me. And I won’t go back on it.
She did a rash thing. She sent a letter to Ivy Bolton, en-
closing a note to the keeper, and asking Mrs Bolton to give
it him. And she wrote to him:
I am very much distressed to hear of all the trouble your
wife is making for you, but don’t mind it, it is only a sort of
hysteria. It will all blow over as suddenly as it came. But I’m
awfully sorry about it, and I do hope you are not minding
very much. After all, it isn’t worth it. She is only a hysterical
woman who wants to hurt you. I shall be home in ten days’
time, and I do hope everything will be all right.
A few days later came a letter from Clifford. He was evi-
dently upset.
I am delighted to hear you are prepared to leave Ven-
ice on the sixteenth. But if you are enjoying it, don’t hurry
home. We miss you, Wragby misses you. But it is essential
that you should get your full amount of sunshine, sun-
shine and pyjamas, as the advertisements of the Lido say.
So please do stay on a little longer, if it is cheering you up
and preparing you for our sufficiently awful winter. Even
today, it rains.

Lady Chatterly’s Lover