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stack all right. Ha-ha-ha! I was jolly glad of it, I can tell you.
She needed it. Oh, she’s a nice girl, she’s a nice girl, and I
knew she’d be good going, if only some damned man would
set her stack on fire! Ha-ha-ha! A game-keeper, eh, my boy!
Bloody good poacher, if you ask me. Ha-ha! But now, look
here, speaking seriously, what are we going to do about it?
Speaking seriously, you know!’
Speaking seriously, they didn’t get very far. Mellors,
though a little tipsy, was much the soberer of the two. He
kept the conversation as intelligent as possible: which isn’t
saying much.
’So you’re a game-keeper! Oh, you’re quite right! That
sort of game is worth a man’s while, eh, what? The test of a
woman is when you pinch her bottom. You can tell just by
the feel of her bottom if she’s going to come up all right. Ha-
ha! I envy you, my boy. How old are you?’
’Thirty-nine.’
The knight lifted his eyebrows.
’As much as that! Well, you’ve another good twenty years,
by the look of you. Oh, game-keeper or not, you’re a good
cock. I can see that with one eye shut. Not like that blasted
Clifford! A lily-livered hound with never a fuck in him, nev-
er had. I like you, my boy, I’ll bet you’ve a good cod on you;
oh, you’re a bantam, I can see that. You’re a fighter. Game-
keeper! Ha-ha, by crikey, I wouldn’t trust my game to you!
But look here, seriously, what are we going to do about it?
The world’s full of blasted old women.’
Seriously, they didn’t do anything about it, except estab-
lish the old free-masonry of male sensuality between them.

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