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’And do you mean to say you’d marry him?—and bear
his foul name?’ he asked at length.
’Yes, that’s what I want.’
He was again as if dumbfounded.
’Yes!’ he said at last. ‘That proves that what I’ve always
thought about you is correct: you’re not normal, you’re
not in your right senses. You’re one of those half-insane,
perverted women who must run after depravity, the NOS-
TALGIE DE LA BOUE.’
Suddenly he had become almost wistfully moral, seeing
himself the incarnation of good, and people like Mellors
and Connie the incarnation of mud, of evil. He seemed to
be growing vague, inside a nimbus.
’So don’t you think you’d better divorce me and have
done with it?’ she said.
’No! You can go where you like, but I shan’t divorce you,’
he said idiotically.
’Why not?’
He was silent, in the silence of imbecile obstinacy.
’Would you even let the child be legally yours, and your
heir?’ she said.
’I care nothing about the child.’
’But if it’s a boy it will be legally your son, and it will in-
herit your title, and have Wragby.’
’I care nothing about that,’ he said.
’But you MUST! I shall prevent the child from being le-
gally yours, if I can. I’d so much rather it were illegitimate,
and mine: if it can’t be Mellors’.’
’Do as you like about that.’