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science. I asked him what he meant, and he said: ‘You don’t
owe me nothing extra, Sir Clifford, so don’t pay me noth-
ing extra. If you think you see my shirt hanging out, just
tell me.’
Well, there is the end of it for the time being. The woman
has gone away: we don’t know where to: but she is liable to
arrest if she shows her face in Tevershall. And I heard she is
mortally afraid of gaol, because she merits it so well. Mel-
lors will depart on Saturday week, and the place will soon
become normal again.
Meanwhile, my dear Connie, if you would enjoy to stay
in Venice or in Switzerland till the beginning of August, I
should be glad to think you were out of all this buzz of nas-
tiness, which will have died quite away by the end of the
month.
So you see, we arc deep-sea monsters, and when the lob-
ster walks on mud, he stirs it up for everybody. We must
perforce take it philosophically.
The irritation, and the lack of any sympathy in any direc-
tion, of Clifford’s letter, had a bad effect on Connie. But she
understood it better when she received the following from
Mellors:
The cat is out of the bag, along with various other puss-
ies. You have heard that my wife Bertha came back to my
unloving arms, and took up her abode in the cottage: where,
to speak disrespectfully, she smelled a rat, in the shape of a
little bottle of Coty. Other evidence she did not find, at least
for some days, when she began to howl about the burnt pho-
tograph. She noticed the glass and the back-board in the

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