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’But you didn’t really love her, did you? You did her that
wrong.’
’How could I? I began to. I began to love her. But some-
how, she always ripped me up. No, don’t let’s talk of it. It was
a doom, that was. And she was a doomed woman. This last
time, I’d have shot her like I shoot a stoat, if I’d but been al-
lowed: a raving, doomed thing in the shape of a woman! If
only I could have shot her, and ended the whole misery! It
ought to be allowed. When a woman gets absolutely pos-
sessed by her own will, her own will set against everything,
then it’s fearful, and she should be shot at last.’
’And shouldn’t men be shot at last, if they get possessed
by their own will?’
’Ay!—the same! But I must get free of her, or she’ll be at
me again. I wanted to tell you. I must get a divorce if I pos-
sibly can. So we must be careful. We mustn’t really be seen
together, you and I. I never, NEVER could stand it if she
came down on me and you.’
Connie pondered this.
’Then we can’t be together?’ she said.
’Not for six months or so. But I think my divorce will go
through in September; then till March.’
’But the baby will probably be born at the end of Febru-
ary,’ she said.
He was silent.
’I could wish the Cliffords and Berthas all dead,’ he said.
’It’s not being very tender to them,’ she said.
’Tender to them? Yea, even then the tenderest thing you
could do for them, perhaps, would be to give them death.

1 Lady Chatterly’s Lover