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Lady Chatterley Lover CHAPTER11 by D · H ·LawrenceConnie was sorting out one of the Wragby lumber rooms There were several: the house was a Warren and the family never sold anything Sir Geoffery father had liked pictures and Sir Geoffery mother had liked Cinquecento furniture Sir Geoffery himself had liked old carved oak chests vestry chests So it went on through the generations Clifford collected very modern pictures at very moderate prices So in the lumber room there were bad Sir Edwin Landseers and pathetic William Henry Hunt birds nests: and other Academy stuff enough to frighten the daughter of an RA She determined to look through it one day and clear it all And the grotesque furniture interested her Wrapped up carefully to preserve it from damage and dry-rot was the old family cradle of rosewood She had to unwrap it to look at it It had a certain charm: she looked at it a longtime `It thousand pities it won Be called for sighed Mrs Bolton who was helping `Though cradles like that are out of date nowadays `It might be called for I might have a child said Connie casually as if saying she might have a new hat `You mean if anything happened to Sir Clifford Mrs Bolton stammered `No I mean as things are It only muscular paralysis with Sir Clifford---it doesn affect him said Connie lying as naturally as breathing Clifford had put the idea into her head He had said: `Of course I may have a child yet I not really mutilated at all The potency may easily come back even if the muscles of the hips and legs are paralysed And then the seed may be transferred He really felt when he had his periods of energy and worked so hard at the question of the mines as if his sexual potency were returning Connie had looked at him in terror But she was quite quick-witted enough to use his suggestion for her own preservation For she would have a Child if she could: but not his Mrs Bolton was for a moment breathless flabbergasted Then she didn believe it: she saw in it a ruse Yet doctors could do such things nowadays They might sort of graft seed `Well my Lady I only hope and pray you may It would be lovely for you: and for everybody My word a child in Wragby what a difference it would make `Wouldn It said Connie And she chose three R A pictures of sixty years ago to send to the Duchess of Shortlands for that lady next charitable bazaar She was called `the bazaar duchess and she always asked all the county to send things for her to sell She would be delighted with three framed R As She might even call on the strength of them How furious Clifford was when she called But oh my Dear Mrs Bolton was thinking to herself Is it Oliver Mellors child you preparing us for Oh my dear that would be a Tevershall baby in the Wragby cradle my word Wouldn shame I T neither Among other monstrosities in this lumber room was a largish blackjapanned box excellently and ingeniously made some sixty or seventy years ago and fitted with every imaginable object On top was a concentrated toilet set: brushes bottles mirrors combs boxes even three beautiful little razors in safety sheaths shaving-bowl and all Underneath came a sort of escritoire outfit: blotters pens ink-bottles paper envelopes memorandum books: and then a perfect sewing-outfit with three different sized scissors thimbles needles silks and cottons darning egg all of the very best quality and perfectly finished Then there was a little medicine store with bottles labelled Laudanum Tincture of Myrrh Ess Cloves and so on: but empty Everything was perfectly new and the whole thing when shut up was as big as a small but fat weekend bag And inside it fitted together like a puzzle The bottles could not possibly have spilled: there wasn Roo M The thing was wonderfully made and contrived excellent craftsmanship of the Victorian order But somehow it was monstrous Some Chatterley must even have felt it for the thing had never been used It had a peculiar soullessness Yet Mrs Bolton was thrilled `Look what beautiful brushes so expensive even the shaving brushes three perfect ones No And those scissors They the best that money could buy Oh I call it lovely `Do you said Connie `Then you have it `Oh no my Lady `Of course It will only lie here till Doomsday If you won have it I send it to the Duchess as well as the pictures and she doesn deserve so much Do have it `Oh your Ladyship Why I shall never be able to thank you `You needn try Connie And Mrs Bolton laughed sailed down with the huge and very black box in her arms flushing bright pink in her excitement Mr Betts drove her in the trap to her house in the village with the Box And she had to have a few friends in to show it: the school-mistress the chemist wife Mrs Weedon the undercashier wife They thought it marvellous And then started the whisper of Lady Chatterley child `Wonders never cease said Mrs Weedon But Mrs Bolton was convinced if it did come it would be Sir Clifford child So there Not long after the rector said gently to Clifford: `And may we really hope for an heir to Wragby Ah that would be the hand of God in mercy indeed `Well We may hope said Clifford with a faint irony and at the same time a certain conviction He had begun to believe it really possible it might even be his child Then one afternoon came Leslie Winter Squire Winter as everybody called him: lean immaculate and seventy: and every inch a gentleman as Mrs Bolton said to Mrs Betts Every millimetre indeed And with his old-fashioned rather haw-haw Manner of speaking he seemed more out of Da Te than bag wigs Time in her flight drops these fine old feathers They discussed the collieries Clifford idea was that his coal even the poor sort could be made into hard concentrated fuel that would burn at great heat if fed with certain damp acidulated air at a fairly strong pressure It had long been observed that in a particularly strong wet wind the pit-bank burned very vivid gave off hardly any fumes and left a fine powder of ash instead of the slow pink gravel `But where will you find the proper engines for burning your fuel asked Winter `I make them myself And I use my fuel myself And I sell electric power I certain I could do it `If you can do it then splendid splendid my dear boy Haw Splendid If I can be of any help I shall be delighted I afraid I am a little out of date and my collieries are like me But who knows when I gone there may be men like you Splendid It will employ all the men agai N and you won have to sell your coal or fail to sell it A splendid idea and I hope it will be a success If I had sons of my own no doubt they would have up-to-date ideas for Shipley: no doubt By the way dear boy is there any foundation to the rumour that we may entertain hopes of an heir to Wragby `Is there a rumour asked Clifford `Well my dear boy Marshall from Fillingwood asked me that all I can say about a rumour Of course I wouldn repeat it for the world if there were no foundation `Well Sir said Clifford uneasily but with strange bright eyes `There is a hope There is a hope Winter came across the room and wrung Clifford hand `My dear boy my dear lad can you believe what it means to me to hear that And to hear you are working in the hopes of a son: and that you may again employ every man at Tevershall Ah my boy To keep up the level of the race and to have work waiting for any man who cares to work The old man was really moved Next day Connie was arranging tall yellow tulips in a glass vase `Connie said Clifford `did you know there was a rumour that you are going to supply Wragby with a son and heir Connie felt dim with terror yet she stood quite still touching the flowers `No she said `Is it a joke Or malice He paused before he answered: `Neither I hope I hope it may be a prophecy Connie went on with her flowers `I had a letter from Father this morning said `He wants to She know if I am aware he has accepted Sir Alexander Cooper Invitation for me for July and August to the Villa Esmeralda in Venice `July and August Said Clifford `Oh I wouldn stay all that time Are you sure you wouldn come `I won travel abroad said Clifford promptly She took her flowers to the window `Do you mind if I go she said You know it was promised for this summer `For how long would you g O Three weeks There was `Perhaps silence for a time `Well said Clifford slowly and a little gloomily `I suppose I could stand it for three weeks: if I were absolutely sure you want to come back `I should want to come back she said with a quiet simplicity heavy with conviction She was thinking of the other man Clifford felt her conviction and somehow he believed her he believed it was for him He felt immensely relieved joyful at once `In that case he said `I think it would be all right don you `I think so she said `You enjoy the change She looked up at him with strange blue eyes `I should like to see Venice again she said `and to bathe from one of the shingle islands across the lagoon But you know I loathe the Lido And I don fancy I shall like Sir Alexander Cooper and Lady Cooper But if Hilda is there and we have a gondola of our own: yes it will be rather lovely I do wish you come She said it sincerely She would so love to make him happy in these ways `Ah but think of me though at the Gare Du Nord: at Calais quay `But why not I see other men carried in litter-chairs who have been wounded in the war Besides we motor all the way `We should need to take two men `Oh no We manage with Field There would always be another man there But Clifford shook his head `Not this year dear Not this Year Next year probably I try She went away gloomily Next year What would next year bring She herself did not really want to go to Venice: not now now there was the other man But she was going as a sort of discipline: and also because if she had a child Clifford could think she had a lover in Venice It was already May and in June they were supposed to start Always these arrangements Always one life arranged for One Wheels that worked one and drove one and over which one had no real Control It was May but cold and wet again A cold wet May good for corn and hay Much the corn and Hay matter nowadays Connie had to go into Uthwaite which was their little town where the Chatterleys were still the Chatterleys She went alone Field driving her In spite of May and a new greenness the country was dismal It was rather chilly and there was smoke on the rain and a certain sense of exhaust vapour in the air One just had to live from one resistance No wonder these people were ugly and tough The car ploughed uphill through the long squalid straggle of Tevershall the blackened brick dwellings the black slate roofs glistening their sharp edges the mud black with coal-dust the pavements wet and black It was as if dismalness had soaked through and through everything The utter negation of natural beauty the utter negation of the gladness of life the utter absence of the instinct for shapely beauty which every bird and beast has The utter death of the human intuitive faculty was appalling The stacks of soap in the grocers shops the rhubarb and lemons in the greengrocers the awful hats in the Milliners All went by ugly ugly ugly followed by the plaster-and-gilt horror of the cinema with its wet picture announcements `A Woman Love and the new big Primitive chapel primitive enough in its stark brick and big panes of greenish and raspberry glass in the windows The Wesleyan chapel higher up was of blackened brick and stood behind iron railings and blackened shrubs The Congregational chapel which thought itself superior was built of rusticated sandstone and had a steeple but not a very high one Just beyond were the new school buildings expensivink brick and gravelled playground inside iron railings all very imposing and fixing the suggestion of a chapel and a prison Standard Five girls were having a singing lesson just finishing the la-me-doh-la exercises and beginnin G a `sweet children song Anything more unlike song spontaneous song would be impossible to imagine: a strange bawling yell that followed the outlines of a tune It was not like savages: savages have subtle rhythms It was not like animals: animals mean something when they yell It was like nothing on earth and it was called singing Connie sat and listened with her heart in her boots as Field was filling petrol What could possibly become of such a people a people in whom the living intuitive faculty was dead as nails and only queer mechanical yells and uncanny will-power remained A coal-cart was coming downhill clanking in the rain Field started upwards past the big but weary-looking drapers and clothing shops the post-office into the little market-place of forlorn space where Sam Black was peering out of the door of the Sun that called itself an inn not a pub and where the commercial travellers stayed and was bowing to Lady Chatterley car The church was away to the left among black trees The car slid on downhill past the Miners Arms It had already passed the Wellington the Nelson the Three Tuns and the Sun now it passed the Miners Arms then the Mechanics Hall then the new and almost gaudy Miners Welfare and so past a few new `villas out into the blackened road between dark hedges and dark green fields towards Stacks Gate Tevershall That was Tevershall Merrie England Shakespeare England No but the England of today as Connie had realized since she had come to live in it It was producing a new race of mankind over-conscious in the money and social and political side on the spontaneous intuitive side dead but dead Half-corpses all of them: but with a terrible insistent consciousness in the other half There was something uncanny and underground about it all It was an under-world And quite incalculable How shall we understand the reactions in half-corpses When Conni E saw the great lorries full of steel-workers from Sheffield weird distorted smallish beings like men off for an excursion to Matlock her bowels fainted and she thought: Ah God what has man done to man What have the leaders of men been doing to their fellow men They have reduced them to less than humanness ;and now there can be no fellowship any more It is just a Nightmare She felt again in a wave of terror the grey gritty hopelessness of it all With such creatures for the industrial masses and the upper classes as she knew them there was no hope no hope any more Yet she was wanting a baby and an heir to Wragby An heir to Wragby She shuddered with dread Yet Mellors had come out of all this but he was as ---Yes apart from it all as she was Even in him there was no fellowship left It was dead The fellowship was dead There was only apartness and hopelessness as far as all this was concerned And this was England the vast bulk of Engla Nd: as Connie knew since she had motored from the centre of it The car was rising towards Stacks Gate The rain was holding off and in the air came a queer pellucid gleam of May The country rolled away in long undulations south towards the Peak east towards Mansfield and Nottingham Connie was travelling South As she rose on to the high country she could see on her left on a height above the rolling land the shadowy powerful bulk of Warsop Castle dark grey with below it the reddish plastering of miners dwellings newish and below those the plumes of dark smoke and white steam from the great colliery which put so many thousand pounds per annum into the pockets of the Duke and the other shareholders The powerful old castle was a ruin yet it hung its bulk on the low sky-line over the black plumes and the white that waved on the damp air below A turn and they ran on the high level to Stacks Gate Stacks Gate as seen from the highroad was Ju St a huge and gorgeous new hotel the Coningsby Arms standing red and white and gilt in barbarous isolation off the road But if you looked you saw on the left rows of handsome `modern dwellings set down like a game of dominoes with spaces and gardens a queer game of dominoes that some weird `masters were playing on the surprised earth And beyond these blocks of dwellings at the back rose all the astonishing and frightening overhead erections of a really modern mine chemical works and long galleries enormous and of shapes not before known to man The head-stock and pit-bank of the mine itself were insignificant among the huge new installations And in front of this the game of dominoes stood forever in a sort of surprise waiting to be played This was Stacks Gate new on the face of the earth since the war But as a matter of fact though even Connie did not know it downhill half a mile below the hotel was old Stacks Gate with a little old co Lliery and blackish old brick dwellings and a chapel or two and a shop or two and a little pub or two But that didn count any more The vast plumes of smoke and vapour rose from the new works up above and this was now Stacks Gate: no chapels no pubs even no shops Only the great works which are the modern Olympia with temples to all the gods ;then the model dwellings: then the hotel The hotel in actuality was nothing but a miners pub though it looked first-classy Even since Connie arrival at Wragby this new place had arisen on the face of the earth and the model dwellings had filled with riff-raff drifting in from anywhere to poach Clifford rabbits among other occupations The car ran on along the uplands seeing the rolling County spread out The County It had once been A proud and lordly county In front looming again and hanging on the brow of the sky-line was the huge and splendid bulk of Chadwick Hall more window than wall one of The most famous Elizabethan houses Noble it stood alone above a great park but out of date passed over It was still kept up but as a show place `Look how our ancestors lorded it That was the past The present lay below God alone knows where the future lies The car was already turning between little old blackened miners cottages to descend to Uthwaite And Uthwaite on a damp day was sending up a whole array of smoke plumes and steam to whatever gods there be Uthwaite down in the valley with all the steel threads of the railways to Sheffield drawn through it and the coal-mines and the steel-works sending up smoke and glare from long tubes and the pathetic little corkscrew spire of the church that is going to tumble down still pricking the fumes always affected Connie strangely It was an old market-town centre of the dales One of the chief Inns was the Chatterley Arms There in Uthwaite Wragby was known as Wragby as if it were a whole p Lace not just a house as it was to outsiders: Wragby Hall near Tevershall: Wragby a `seat The miners cottages blackened stood flush on the pavement with that intimacy and smallness of colliers dwellings over a hundred years old They lined all the way The road had become a street and as you sank you forgot instantly the open rolling country where the castles and big houses still dominated but like ghosts Now you were just above the tangle of naked railway-lines and foundries and other `works rose about you so big you were only aware of walls And iron clanked with a huge reverberating clank and huge lorries shook the earth and whistles screamed Yet again once you had got right down and into the twisted and crooked heart of the town behind the church you were in the world of two centuries ago in the crooked streets where the Chatterley Arms stood and the old pharmacy streets which used to lead Out to the wild open world of the castl Es and stately couchant houses But at the corner a policeman held up his hand as three lorries loaded with iron rolled past shaking the poor old church And not till the lorries were past could he salute her ladyship So it was Upon the old crooked Burgess streets hordes of oldish blackened miners dwellings crowded lining the roads out And immediately after these came the newer Pinker rows of rather larger houses plastering the valley: the homes of more modern workmen And beyond that again in the wide rolling regions of the castles smoke waved against steam and patch after patch of raw reddish brick showed the newer mining settlements sometimes in the hollows sometimes gruesomely ugly along the sky-line of the slopes And between in between were the tattered remnants of the old coaching and cottage England even the England of Robin Hood where the miners prowled with the dismalness of suppressed sporting instincts when they were not at work England my England But which is my England The stately homes of England make good photographs and create the illusion of a connexion with the Elizabethans The handsome old halls are there from the days of Good Queen Anne and Tom Jones But smuts fall and blacken on the drab stucco that has long ceased to be golden And one by one like the stately homes they were abandoned Now they are being pulled down As for the cottages of England---there they are---great plasterings of brick dwellings on the hopeless countryside `Now they are pulling down the stately homes the Georgian halls are going Fritchley a perfect old Georgian mansion was even now as Connie passed in the car being demolished It was in perfect repair: till the war the Weatherleys had lived in style there But now it was too big too expensive and the country had become too uncongenial The gentry were departing to pleasanter places where they could spend their money without having to See how it was made This is history One England blots out another The mines had made the halls wealthy Now they were blotting them out as they had already blotted out the cottages The industrial England blots out the agricultural England One meaning blots out another The new England blots out the old England And the continuity is not Organic but mechanical Connie belonging to the leisured classes had clung to the remnants of the old England It had taken her years to realize that it was really blotted out by this terrifying new and gruesome England and that the blotting out would go on till it was complete Fritchley was gone Eastwood was gone Shipley was going: Squire Winter beloved Shipley Connie called for a moment at Shipley The park gates at the back opened just near the level crossing of the colliery railway ,doudoune moncler;the Shipley colliery itself stood just beyond the trees The gates stood open because through the park was a right-of-way t Hat the colliers used They hung around the park The car passed the ornamental ponds in which the colliers threw their newspapers and took the private drive to the house It stood above aside a very pleasant stucco building from the middle of the eighteenth century It had a beautiful alley of yew trees that had approached an older house and the hall stood serenely spread out winking its Georgian panes as if cheerfully Behind there were really beautiful gardens Connie liked the interior much better than Wragby It was much lighter more alive shapen and elegant The rooms were panelled with creamy painted panelling the ceilings were touched with gilt and everything was kept in exquisite order all the appointments were perfect regardless of expense Even the corridors managed to be ample and lovely softly curved and full of life But Leslie Winter was alone He had adored his house But his park was bordered by three of his own collieries He had been a generous man in his ideas He had almost welcomed the colliers in his park Had the miners not made him rich when he saw the So gangs of unshapely men lounging by his ornamental waters---not in the private part of the park no he drew the line there---he would say: `the miners are perhaps not so ornamental as deer but they are far more profitable But that was in the golden---monetarily---latter half of Queen Victoria reign Miners were then `good working men Winter had made this speech half apologetic to his guest the then Prince of Wales And the Prince had replied in his rather guttural English: `You are quite right If there were coal under Sandringham I would open a mine on the lawns and think it first-rate landscape gardening Oh I am quite willing to exchange roe-deer for colliers at the price Your men are good men too I hear But then the Prince had perhaps an exaggerated idea of the beauty of money and the B Lessings of industrialism However the Prince had been a King and the King had died and now there was another King whose chief function seemed to be to open soup-kitchens And the good working men were somehow hemming Shipley in New mining villages crowded on the park and the squire felt somehow that the population was alien He used to feel in a good-natured but quite grand way Lord of his own domain and of his own colliers Now by a subtle pervasion of the new spirit he had somehow been pushed out It was he who did not belong any more There was no mistaking it The mines the industry had a will of its own and this will was against the gentleman-owner All the colliers took part in the will and it was hard to live up against it It either shoved you out of the place or out of life altogether Squire Winter a soldier had stood it out But he no longer cared to walk in the park after dinner He almost hid indoors Once he had walked Ba Re-headed and in his patent-leather shoes and purple silk socks with Connie down to the gate talking to her in his well-bred rather haw-haw fashion But when it came to passing the little gangs of colliers who stood and stared without either salute or anything else Connie felt how the lean well-bred old man winced winced as an elegant antelope stag in a cage winces from the vulgar stare The colliers were not personally hostile: not at all But their spirit was cold and shoving him out And deep down there was a profound grudge They `worked for him And in their ugliness they resented his elegant well-groomed well-bred existence `Who he It was the difference they resented And somewhere in his secret English heart being a good deal of a soldier he believed they were right to resent the difference He felt himself a little in the wrong for having all the advantages Nevertheless he represented a system and he would not be shoved out Exc Ept by death Which came on him soon after Connie call suddenly And he remembered Clifford handsomely in his will The heirs at once gave out the order for the demolishing of Shipley It cost too much to keep up No one would live there So it was broken up The avenue of yews was cut down The Park was denuded of its timber and divided into lots It was near enough to Uthwaite In the strange bald desert of this still-one-more no-man new little streets of semi-detacheds were run up very desirable The Shipley Hall Estate Within a year of Connie last call it had happened There stood Shipley Hall Estate an array of red-brick semi-detached `villas in new streets No one would have dreamed that the stucco hall had stood there twelve months before But this is a later stage of King Edward landscape gardening the sort that has an ornamental coal-mine on the lawn One England blots out another The England of the Squire Winters and th E Wragby Halls was gone dead The blotting out was only not yet complete What would come after Connie could not imagine She could only see the new brick streets spreading into the fields the new erections rising at the collieries the new girls in their silk stockings the new collier lads lounging into the Pally or the Welfare The younger generation were utterly unconscious of the old England There was a gap in the continuity of consciousness almost American: but industrial really What next Connie always felt there was no next She wanted to hide her head in the sand: or at least in the bosom of a living man The world was so complicated and weird and gruesome The common people were so many and really so terrible So she bought as she was going home and saw the colliers trailing from the pits grey-black distorted one shoulder higher than the other slurring their heavy ironshod boots Underground grey faces whites of eyes rolling necks C Ringing from the pit roof shoulders Out of shape Men Men Alas in some ways patient and good men In other ways non-existent Something that men should have was bred and killed out of them Yet they were men They begot children One might bear a child to them Terrible terrible thought They were good and kindly But they were only half Only the grey half of a human being As yet they were `good But even that was the goodness of their halfness Supposing the dead in them ever rose up But no it was Too terrible to think of Connie was absolutely afraid of the industrial masses They seemed so weird to her A life with utterly no beauty in it no intuition always `in the pit Children from such men Oh God oh God Yet Mellors had come from such a father Not quite Forty years had made a difference an appalling difference in manhood The iron and the coal had eaten deep into the bodies and souls of the men Incarnate ugliness and yet W alive Hat would become of them all Perhaps with the 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War And Peace Epilogue1 CHAPTER IV by Leo Tolstoy THE COMMOTION among the peoples begins to subside The waves of the great tempest begin to abate and eddies begin to be formed about the calmer surface where diplomatists are busy fancying the calm is their work But all at once the quiet sea is convulsed again The diplomatists imagine that they their disagreements are the cause of this fresh disturbance ;they look for wars between their sovereigns ;the position seems insoluble But the storm they feel brewing does not come from the quarter where they look for it It rises again from the same starting point Paris The last backwash of the westward movement follows - the backwash which was to solve the seemingly inextricable diplomatic difficulties and to put an end to the military unrest of the period The man who has devastated France comes back to France alone with no project and no soldiers Any policeman can arrest him ;but by A strange freak of chance no one does seize him but all meet with enthusiasm the man they have been cursing but a day before and will curse again within a month That man is needed for the last act winding up the drama The act is performed The last part is played The actor is bidden to undress and wash off his powder and paint ,;he will be needed no more And for several years this man in solitude on his island plays his pitiful farce to himself intrigues and lies justifying his conduct when a justification is no longer needed and shows all the world what the thing was men took for power when an unseen hand guided it The stage manager when the drama was over and the puppet stripped showed him to us Look what you believed in Here he is Do you see now that it was not he but I that moved you But blinded by the force of the movement men for long could not perceive that Even more coherence and inevitability is to be seen in the Li Fe of Alexander I the personage who stood at the head of the counter-movement from East westward What was needed for the man who to the exclusion of others should stand at the head of that movement from the East westward There was needed a sense of justice an interest in the affairs of Europe but a remote one not obscured by petty interests a moral preeminence over his peers the sovereigns of the time ;there was needed a gentle and attractive personal character ;there was needed too a personal grievance against Napoleon And all that is to be seen in Alexander I ,;it was all prepared beforehand by the innumerable so-called chance circumstances of his previous life by his education and the liberalism of the beginning of his reign and the counsellors around and Austerlitz and Tilsit and Erfurt During the war in defence of the country this personage is inactive ,moncler;he is not needed But as soon as a general European war becomes inevitable at the GI Ven moment he is in his place and bringing the European peoples together he leads them to the goal The goal is reached After the last war of 1815 Alexander finds himself at the highest possible pinnacle of human power How does he use it While Napoleon in his exile was drawing up childish and lying schemes of the blessings he would have showered on humanity if he had had the power Alexander the pacifier of Europe the man who from his youth up had striven for nothing but the good of the people the first champion of liberal reforms in his country now when he seemed to possess the greatest possible power and consequent possibility of doing good to his people felt his work was done and God hand was laid upon him and recognising the nothingness of that semblance of power turned from it gave it up to despicable men and men he despised and could only say: Not to us not to us but to Thy Name I too am a man like all of you ;let me live like a ma N and think of my soul and of God Just as the sun and every atom of ether is a sphere complete in itself and at the same time is only a part of a whole inconceivable to man through its vastness so every 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The reporter depth interviews found ,the woman with which it would be awkward to disclose ,her home is not in Lianyungang ,but Chengyang .She told reporters on her divorce ,and later to Jimo and through radio understanding boyfriend cohabitation ,now have their own child, but her boyfriend but Frence leave .
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Her husband years in Jimo site on tower crane ,in February last year, her daughter and her husband came to Jimo .The woman said ,because with children not to look for a job, she was in the city of Jimo garment industrial park in a company for the family cooking .
3 months ago, she discovered that her husband was having an affair ,the other for her husband cut ,poison, forcing them both to divorce, she had to make her husband and the woman ,air jordan pas cher.Now she would like to return home at the end of the year ,on January 22nd afternoon she resigned to the unit ,take the 13 bus back home to pack ,in the bus on the stolen wallet ,his this year 4300 yuan of money savings ,ID and the child and the mobile phone has been stolen, now have no money to go home ,call for help or borrow the security of small mobile phone .
Pregnancy after her boyfriend out leave the woman says, 22 days after her lost wallet ,alarm and then back to the rental hotel boss sympathized with her ,so she is free for the night ,the 23 day morning ,she took the boy out of the door ,if no one to help her ,the night is known to live in where .
The reporter said ,send her to Jimo City long-distance bus station ,must let her go home and family reunion .But the woman refused ,she said ,you want to find a short work ,earn enough money to go home .
After the exchange ,jordan pas cher,the reporter found that the woman, in which it would be awkward to disclose ,,the reporter asked ,she finally tell the truth .She said ,my surname is Li ,home in Chengyang Zone Street projects ,3 months before she and her husband divorced ,because the mood is lost through radio ,her friends ,and soon and construction workers a high awareness ,high a claim to have divorced .
Then she came to Jimo and a high rental cohabitation .Recently,, she found herself pregnant ,but a high advised her to have an abortion, and returned with her to the hotel residence house .
The night of January 21st ,did not expect a high Frence leave ,threw her in the hotel, the phone number is also disabled .Dare not let the family know encounters the woman with a reporter to her 22 days night live Hotel ,the hotel in Yonghe garden area on the north side ,the female boss tells a reporter ,this woman is 22 at 8 pm to ,and girls and a boy .
The woman was admitted ,his stolen wallet ,but holding a child walking in the street ,to see the daughter cold to cry ,she had to have her daughter came to a nearby hotel ,to a strange man .
The men agreed to help her ,but with her ,,for the children do not suffer humiliation ,she had complied, but her cry in the middle of the night ,the man with the idea did not succeed .
The woman said ,he came to Jimo and a meeting, have sought the views of parents .Two people together ,a high promise during the Spring Festival, and have the Spring Festival at home with her ,she had the news of &ldquo ;&rdquo ;to tell the parents ,even his pregnant ,nor to parents hide .
Now a high suddenly disappeared, the children with their home is sure to provoke parents angry .In addition ,a high also spent some of their money ,therefore ,she decided to find a job in Jimo ,franklin marshall,while making money to feed the children to find a high to denounce a view .
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Lady Chatterley Lover CHAPTER11 by D · H ·LawrenceConnie was sorting out one of the Wragby lumber rooms There were several: the house was a Warren and the family never sold anything Sir Geoffery father had liked pictures and Sir Geoffery mother had liked Cinquecento furniture Sir Geoffery himself had liked old carved oak chests vestry chests So it went on through the generations Clifford collected very modern pictures at very moderate prices So in the lumber room there were bad Sir Edwin Landseers and pathetic William Henry Hunt birds nests: and other Academy stuff enough to frighten the daughter of an RA She determined to look through it one day and clear it all And the grotesque furniture interested her Wrapped up carefully to preserve it from damage and dry-rot was the old family cradle of rosewood She had to unwrap it to look at it It had a certain charm: she looked at it a longtime `It thousand pities it won Be called for sighed Mrs Bolton who was helping `Though cradles like that are out of date nowadays `It might be called for I might have a child said Connie casually as if saying she might have a new hat `You mean if anything happened to Sir Clifford Mrs Bolton stammered `No I mean as things are It only muscular paralysis with Sir Clifford---it doesn affect him said Connie lying as naturally as breathing Clifford had put the idea into her head He had said: `Of course I may have a child yet I not really mutilated at all The potency may easily come back even if the muscles of the hips and legs are paralysed And then the seed may be transferred He really felt when he had his periods of energy and worked so hard at the question of the mines as if his sexual potency were returning Connie had looked at him in terror But she was quite quick-witted enough to use his suggestion for her own preservation For she would have a Child if she could: but not his Mrs Bolton was for a moment breathless flabbergasted Then she didn believe it: she saw in it a ruse Yet doctors could do such things nowadays They might sort of graft seed `Well my Lady I only hope and pray you may It would be lovely for you: and for everybody My word a child in Wragby what a difference it would make `Wouldn It said Connie And she chose three R A pictures of sixty years ago to send to the Duchess of Shortlands for that lady next charitable bazaar She was called `the bazaar duchess and she always asked all the county to send things for her to sell She would be delighted with three framed R As She might even call on the strength of them How furious Clifford was when she called But oh my Dear Mrs Bolton was thinking to herself Is it Oliver Mellors child you preparing us for Oh my dear that would be a Tevershall baby in the Wragby cradle my word Wouldn shame I T neither Among other monstrosities in this lumber room was a largish blackjapanned box excellently and ingeniously made some sixty or seventy years ago and fitted with every imaginable object On top was a concentrated toilet set: brushes bottles mirrors combs boxes even three beautiful little razors in safety sheaths shaving-bowl and all Underneath came a sort of escritoire outfit: blotters pens ink-bottles paper envelopes memorandum books: and then a perfect sewing-outfit with three different sized scissors thimbles needles silks and cottons darning egg all of the very best quality and perfectly finished Then there was a little medicine store with bottles labelled Laudanum Tincture of Myrrh Ess Cloves and so on: but empty Everything was perfectly new and the whole thing when shut up was as big as a small but fat weekend bag And inside it fitted together like a puzzle The bottles could not possibly have spilled: there wasn Roo M The thing was wonderfully made and contrived excellent craftsmanship of the Victorian order But somehow it was monstrous Some Chatterley must even have felt it for the thing had never been used It had a peculiar soullessness Yet Mrs Bolton was thrilled `Look what beautiful brushes so expensive even the shaving brushes three perfect ones No And those scissors They the best that money could buy Oh I call it lovely `Do you said Connie `Then you have it `Oh no my Lady `Of course It will only lie here till Doomsday If you won have it I send it to the Duchess as well as the pictures and she doesn deserve so much Do have it `Oh your Ladyship Why I shall never be able to thank you `You needn try Connie And Mrs Bolton laughed sailed down with the huge and very black box in her arms flushing bright pink in her excitement Mr Betts drove her in the trap to her house in the village with the Box And she had to have a few friends in to show it: the school-mistress the chemist wife Mrs Weedon the undercashier wife They thought it marvellous And then started the whisper of Lady Chatterley child `Wonders never cease said Mrs Weedon But Mrs Bolton was convinced if it did come it would be Sir Clifford child So there Not long after the rector said gently to Clifford: `And may we really hope for an heir to Wragby Ah that would be the hand of God in mercy indeed `Well We may hope said Clifford with a faint irony and at the same time a certain conviction He had begun to believe it really possible it might even be his child Then one afternoon came Leslie Winter Squire Winter as everybody called him: lean immaculate and seventy: and every inch a gentleman as Mrs Bolton said to Mrs Betts Every millimetre indeed And with his old-fashioned rather haw-haw Manner of speaking he seemed more out of Da Te than bag wigs Time in her flight drops these fine old feathers They discussed the collieries Clifford idea was that his coal even the poor sort could be made into hard concentrated fuel that would burn at great heat if fed with certain damp acidulated air at a fairly strong pressure It had long been observed that in a particularly strong wet wind the pit-bank burned very vivid gave off hardly any fumes and left a fine powder of ash instead of the slow pink gravel `But where will you find the proper engines for burning your fuel asked Winter `I make them myself And I use my fuel myself And I sell electric power I certain I could do it `If you can do it then splendid splendid my dear boy Haw Splendid If I can be of any help I shall be delighted I afraid I am a little out of date and my collieries are like me But who knows when I gone there may be men like you Splendid It will employ all the men agai N and you won have to sell your coal or fail to sell it A splendid idea and I hope it will be a success If I had sons of my own no doubt they would have up-to-date ideas for Shipley: no doubt By the way dear boy is there any foundation to the rumour that we may entertain hopes of an heir to Wragby `Is there a rumour asked Clifford `Well my dear boy Marshall from Fillingwood asked me that all I can say about a rumour Of course I wouldn repeat it for the world if there were no foundation `Well Sir said Clifford uneasily but with strange bright eyes `There is a hope There is a hope Winter came across the room and wrung Clifford hand `My dear boy my dear lad can you believe what it means to me to hear that And to hear you are working in the hopes of a son: and that you may again employ every man at Tevershall Ah my boy To keep up the level of the race and to have work waiting for any man who cares to work The old man was really moved Next day Connie was arranging tall yellow tulips in a glass vase `Connie said Clifford `did you know there was a rumour that you are going to supply Wragby with a son and heir Connie felt dim with terror yet she stood quite still touching the flowers `No she said `Is it a joke Or malice He paused before he answered: `Neither I hope I hope it may be a prophecy Connie went on with her flowers `I had a letter from Father this morning said `He wants to She know if I am aware he has accepted Sir Alexander Cooper Invitation for me for July and August to the Villa Esmeralda in Venice `July and August Said Clifford `Oh I wouldn stay all that time Are you sure you wouldn come `I won travel abroad said Clifford promptly She took her flowers to the window `Do you mind if I go she said You know it was promised for this summer `For how long would you g O Three weeks There was `Perhaps silence for a time `Well said Clifford slowly and a little gloomily `I suppose I could stand it for three weeks: if I were absolutely sure you want to come back `I should want to come back she said with a quiet simplicity heavy with conviction She was thinking of the other man Clifford felt her conviction and somehow he believed her he believed it was for him He felt immensely relieved joyful at once `In that case he said `I think it would be all right don you `I think so she said `You enjoy the change She looked up at him with strange blue eyes `I should like to see Venice again she said `and to bathe from one of the shingle islands across the lagoon But you know I loathe the Lido And I don fancy I shall like Sir Alexander Cooper and Lady Cooper But if Hilda is there and we have a gondola of our own: yes it will be rather lovely I do wish you come She said it sincerely She would so love to make him happy in these ways `Ah but think of me though at the Gare Du Nord: at Calais quay `But why not I see other men carried in litter-chairs who have been wounded in the war Besides we motor all the way `We should need to take two men `Oh no We manage with Field There would always be another man there But Clifford shook his head `Not this year dear Not this Year Next year probably I try She went away gloomily Next year What would next year bring She herself did not really want to go to Venice: not now now there was the other man But she was going as a sort of discipline: and also because if she had a child Clifford could think she had a lover in Venice It was already May and in June they were supposed to start Always these arrangements Always one life arranged for One Wheels that worked one and drove one and over which one had no real Control It was May but cold and wet again A cold wet May good for corn and hay Much the corn and Hay matter nowadays Connie had to go into Uthwaite which was their little town where the Chatterleys were still the Chatterleys She went alone Field driving her In spite of May and a new greenness the country was dismal It was rather chilly and there was smoke on the rain and a certain sense of exhaust vapour in the air One just had to live from one resistance No wonder these people were ugly and tough The car ploughed uphill through the long squalid straggle of Tevershall the blackened brick dwellings the black slate roofs glistening their sharp edges the mud black with coal-dust the pavements wet and black It was as if dismalness had soaked through and through everything The utter negation of natural beauty the utter negation of the gladness of life the utter absence of the instinct for shapely beauty which every bird and beast has The utter death of the human intuitive faculty was appalling The stacks of soap in the grocers shops the rhubarb and lemons in the greengrocers the awful hats in the Milliners All went by ugly ugly ugly followed by the plaster-and-gilt horror of the cinema with its wet picture announcements `A Woman Love and the new big Primitive chapel primitive enough in its stark brick and big panes of greenish and raspberry glass in the windows The Wesleyan chapel higher up was of blackened brick and stood behind iron railings and blackened shrubs The Congregational chapel which thought itself superior was built of rusticated sandstone and had a steeple but not a very high one Just beyond were the new school buildings expensivink brick and gravelled playground inside iron railings all very imposing and fixing the suggestion of a chapel and a prison Standard Five girls were having a singing lesson just finishing the la-me-doh-la exercises and beginnin G a `sweet children song Anything more unlike song spontaneous song would be impossible to imagine: a strange bawling yell that followed the outlines of a tune It was not like savages: savages have subtle rhythms It was not like animals: animals mean something when they yell It was like nothing on earth and it was called singing Connie sat and listened with her heart in her boots as Field was filling petrol What could possibly become of such a people a people in whom the living intuitive faculty was dead as nails and only queer mechanical yells and uncanny will-power remained A coal-cart was coming downhill clanking in the rain Field started upwards past the big but weary-looking drapers and clothing shops the post-office into the little market-place of forlorn space where Sam Black was peering out of the door of the Sun that called itself an inn not a pub and where the commercial travellers stayed and was bowing to Lady Chatterley car The church was away to the left among black trees The car slid on downhill past the Miners Arms It had already passed the Wellington the Nelson the Three Tuns and the Sun now it passed the Miners Arms then the Mechanics Hall then the new and almost gaudy Miners Welfare and so past a few new `villas out into the blackened road between dark hedges and dark green fields towards Stacks Gate Tevershall That was Tevershall Merrie England Shakespeare England No but the England of today as Connie had realized since she had come to live in it It was producing a new race of mankind over-conscious in the money and social and political side on the spontaneous intuitive side dead but dead Half-corpses all of them: but with a terrible insistent consciousness in the other half There was something uncanny and underground about it all It was an under-world And quite incalculable How shall we understand the reactions in half-corpses When Conni E saw the great lorries full of steel-workers from Sheffield weird distorted smallish beings like men off for an excursion to Matlock her bowels fainted and she thought: Ah God what has man done to man What have the leaders of men been doing to their fellow men They have reduced them to less than humanness ;and now there can be no fellowship any more It is just a Nightmare She felt again in a wave of terror the grey gritty hopelessness of it all With such creatures for the industrial masses and the upper classes as she knew them there was no hope no hope any more Yet she was wanting a baby and an heir to Wragby An heir to Wragby She shuddered with dread Yet Mellors had come out of all this but he was as ---Yes apart from it all as she was Even in him there was no fellowship left It was dead The fellowship was dead There was only apartness and hopelessness as far as all this was concerned And this was England the vast bulk of Engla Nd: as Connie knew since she had motored from the centre of it The car was rising towards Stacks Gate The rain was holding off and in the air came a queer pellucid gleam of May The country rolled away in long undulations south towards the Peak east towards Mansfield and Nottingham Connie was travelling South As she rose on to the high country she could see on her left on a height above the rolling land the shadowy powerful bulk of Warsop Castle dark grey with below it the reddish plastering of miners dwellings newish and below those the plumes of dark smoke and white steam from the great colliery which put so many thousand pounds per annum into the pockets of the Duke and the other shareholders The powerful old castle was a ruin yet it hung its bulk on the low sky-line over the black plumes and the white that waved on the damp air below A turn and they ran on the high level to Stacks Gate Stacks Gate as seen from the highroad was Ju St a huge and gorgeous new hotel the Coningsby Arms standing red and white and gilt in barbarous isolation off the road But if you looked you saw on the left rows of handsome `modern dwellings set down like a game of dominoes with spaces and gardens a queer game of dominoes that some weird `masters were playing on the surprised earth And beyond these blocks of dwellings at the back rose all the astonishing and frightening overhead erections of a really modern mine chemical works and long galleries enormous and of shapes not before known to man The head-stock and pit-bank of the mine itself were insignificant among the huge new installations And in front of this the game of dominoes stood forever in a sort of surprise waiting to be played This was Stacks Gate new on the face of the earth since the war But as a matter of fact though even Connie did not know it downhill half a mile below the hotel was old Stacks Gate with a little old co Lliery and blackish old brick dwellings and a chapel or two and a shop or two and a little pub or two But that didn count any more The vast plumes of smoke and vapour rose from the new works up above and this was now Stacks Gate: no chapels no pubs even no shops Only the great works which are the modern Olympia with temples to all the gods ;then the model dwellings: then the hotel The hotel in actuality was nothing but a miners pub though it looked first-classy Even since Connie arrival at Wragby this new place had arisen on the face of the earth and the model dwellings had filled with riff-raff drifting in from anywhere to poach Clifford rabbits among other occupations The car ran on along the uplands seeing the rolling County spread out The County It had once been A proud and lordly county In front looming again and hanging on the brow of the sky-line was the huge and splendid bulk of Chadwick Hall more window than wall one of The most famous Elizabethan houses Noble it stood alone above a great park but out of date passed over It was still kept up but as a show place `Look how our ancestors lorded it That was the past The present lay below God alone knows where the future lies The car was already turning between little old blackened miners cottages to descend to Uthwaite And Uthwaite on a damp day was sending up a whole array of smoke plumes and steam to whatever gods there be Uthwaite down in the valley with all the steel threads of the railways to Sheffield drawn through it and the coal-mines and the steel-works sending up smoke and glare from long tubes and the pathetic little corkscrew spire of the church that is going to tumble down still pricking the fumes always affected Connie strangely It was an old market-town centre of the dales One of the chief Inns was the Chatterley Arms There in Uthwaite Wragby was known as Wragby as if it were a whole p Lace not just a house as it was to outsiders: Wragby Hall near Tevershall: Wragby a `seat The miners cottages blackened stood flush on the pavement with that intimacy and smallness of colliers dwellings over a hundred years old They lined all the way The road had become a street and as you sank you forgot instantly the open rolling country where the castles and big houses still dominated but like ghosts Now you were just above the tangle of naked railway-lines and foundries and other `works rose about you so big you were only aware of walls And iron clanked with a huge reverberating clank and huge lorries shook the earth and whistles screamed Yet again once you had got right down and into the twisted and crooked heart of the town behind the church you were in the world of two centuries ago in the crooked streets where the Chatterley Arms stood and the old pharmacy streets which used to lead Out to the wild open world of the castl Es and stately couchant houses But at the corner a policeman held up his hand as three lorries loaded with iron rolled past shaking the poor old church And not till the lorries were past could he salute her ladyship So it was Upon the old crooked Burgess streets hordes of oldish blackened miners dwellings crowded lining the roads out And immediately after these came the newer Pinker rows of rather larger houses plastering the valley: the homes of more modern workmen And beyond that again in the wide rolling regions of the castles smoke waved against steam and patch after patch of raw reddish brick showed the newer mining settlements sometimes in the hollows sometimes gruesomely ugly along the sky-line of the slopes And between in between were the tattered remnants of the old coaching and cottage England even the England of Robin Hood where the miners prowled with the dismalness of suppressed sporting instincts when they were not at work England my England But which is my England The stately homes of England make good photographs and create the illusion of a connexion with the Elizabethans The handsome old halls are there from the days of Good Queen Anne and Tom Jones But smuts fall and blacken on the drab stucco that has long ceased to be golden And one by one like the stately homes they were abandoned Now they are being pulled down As for the cottages of England---there they are---great plasterings of brick dwellings on the hopeless countryside `Now they are pulling down the stately homes the Georgian halls are going Fritchley a perfect old Georgian mansion was even now as Connie passed in the car being demolished It was in perfect repair: till the war the Weatherleys had lived in style there But now it was too big too expensive and the country had become too uncongenial The gentry were departing to pleasanter places where they could spend their money without having to See how it was made This is history One England blots out another The mines had made the halls wealthy Now they were blotting them out as they had already blotted out the cottages The industrial England blots out the agricultural England One meaning blots out another The new England blots out the old England And the continuity is not Organic but mechanical Connie belonging to the leisured classes had clung to the remnants of the old England It had taken her years to realize that it was really blotted out by this terrifying new and gruesome England and that the blotting out would go on till it was complete Fritchley was gone Eastwood was gone Shipley was going: Squire Winter beloved Shipley Connie called for a moment at Shipley The park gates at the back opened just near the level crossing of the colliery railway ,doudoune moncler;the Shipley colliery itself stood just beyond the trees The gates stood open because through the park was a right-of-way t Hat the colliers used They hung around the park The car passed the ornamental ponds in which the colliers threw their newspapers and took the private drive to the house It stood above aside a very pleasant stucco building from the middle of the eighteenth century It had a beautiful alley of yew trees that had approached an older house and the hall stood serenely spread out winking its Georgian panes as if cheerfully Behind there were really beautiful gardens Connie liked the interior much better than Wragby It was much lighter more alive shapen and elegant The rooms were panelled with creamy painted panelling the ceilings were touched with gilt and everything was kept in exquisite order all the appointments were perfect regardless of expense Even the corridors managed to be ample and lovely softly curved and full of life But Leslie Winter was alone He had adored his house But his park was bordered by three of his own collieries He had been a generous man in his ideas He had almost welcomed the colliers in his park Had the miners not made him rich when he saw the So gangs of unshapely men lounging by his ornamental waters---not in the private part of the park no he drew the line there---he would say: `the miners are perhaps not so ornamental as deer but they are far more profitable But that was in the golden---monetarily---latter half of Queen Victoria reign Miners were then `good working men Winter had made this speech half apologetic to his guest the then Prince of Wales And the Prince had replied in his rather guttural English: `You are quite right If there were coal under Sandringham I would open a mine on the lawns and think it first-rate landscape gardening Oh I am quite willing to exchange roe-deer for colliers at the price Your men are good men too I hear But then the Prince had perhaps an exaggerated idea of the beauty of money and the B Lessings of industrialism However the Prince had been a King and the King had died and now there was another King whose chief function seemed to be to open soup-kitchens And the good working men were somehow hemming Shipley in New mining villages crowded on the park and the squire felt somehow that the population was alien He used to feel in a good-natured but quite grand way Lord of his own domain and of his own colliers Now by a subtle pervasion of the new spirit he had somehow been pushed out It was he who did not belong any more There was no mistaking it The mines the industry had a will of its own and this will was against the gentleman-owner All the colliers took part in the will and it was hard to live up against it It either shoved you out of the place or out of life altogether Squire Winter a soldier had stood it out But he no longer cared to walk in the park after dinner He almost hid indoors Once he had walked Ba Re-headed and in his patent-leather shoes and purple silk socks with Connie down to the gate talking to her in his well-bred rather haw-haw fashion But when it came to passing the little gangs of colliers who stood and stared without either salute or anything else Connie felt how the lean well-bred old man winced winced as an elegant antelope stag in a cage winces from the vulgar stare The colliers were not personally hostile: not at all But their spirit was cold and shoving him out And deep down there was a profound grudge They `worked for him And in their ugliness they resented his elegant well-groomed well-bred existence `Who he It was the difference they resented And somewhere in his secret English heart being a good deal of a soldier he believed they were right to resent the difference He felt himself a little in the wrong for having all the advantages Nevertheless he represented a system and he would not be shoved out Exc Ept by death Which came on him soon after Connie call suddenly And he remembered Clifford handsomely in his will The heirs at once gave out the order for the demolishing of Shipley It cost too much to keep up No one would live there So it was broken up The avenue of yews was cut down The Park was denuded of its timber and divided into lots It was near enough to Uthwaite In the strange bald desert of this still-one-more no-man new little streets of semi-detacheds were run up very desirable The Shipley Hall Estate Within a year of Connie last call it had happened There stood Shipley Hall Estate an array of red-brick semi-detached `villas in new streets No one would have dreamed that the stucco hall had stood there twelve months before But this is a later stage of King Edward landscape gardening the sort that has an ornamental coal-mine on the lawn One England blots out another The England of the Squire Winters and th E Wragby Halls was gone dead The blotting out was only not yet complete What would come after Connie could not imagine She could only see the new brick streets spreading into the fields the new erections rising at the collieries the new girls in their silk stockings the new collier lads lounging into the Pally or the Welfare The younger generation were utterly unconscious of the old England There was a gap in the continuity of consciousness almost American: but industrial really What next Connie always felt there was no next She wanted to hide her head in the sand: or at least in the bosom of a living man The world was so complicated and weird and gruesome The common people were so many and really so terrible So she bought as she was going home and saw the colliers trailing from the pits grey-black distorted one shoulder higher than the other slurring their heavy ironshod boots Underground grey faces whites of eyes rolling necks C Ringing from the pit roof shoulders Out of shape Men Men Alas in some ways patient and good men In other ways non-existent Something that men should have was bred and killed out of them Yet they were men They begot children One might bear a child to them Terrible terrible thought They were good and kindly But they were only half Only the grey half of a human being As yet they were `good But even that was the goodness of their halfness Supposing the dead in them ever rose up But no it was Too terrible to think of Connie was absolutely afraid of the industrial masses They seemed so weird to her A life with utterly no beauty in it no intuition always `in the pit Children from such men Oh God oh God Yet Mellors had come from such a father Not quite Forty years had made a difference an appalling difference in manhood The iron and the coal had eaten deep into the bodies and souls of the men Incarnate ugliness and yet W alive Hat would become of them all Perhaps with the 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