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日期:2020-08-05 11:01:37
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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `And just take those old papers out, will you?'
2.  `Not at all,' said Dukes; `the top of you's by no means hors de combat. You've got the life of the mind sound and intact. So let us hear your ideas.'
3.  `No doubt water ought not to be so wet as it is; it overdoes it in wetness. But there it is! I like women and talk to them, and therefore I don't love them and desire them. The two things don't happen at the same time in me.'
4.  `Very well!' she said. `I'll see to it.'
5.  Curious, she thought, that that thin, proud man should have that little, sharp woman for a mother!
6.  `Ah, yes, but you never have anything to do with them!' she said.

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1.  `Oh, all right! I'm quite willing. But I'm darned if hanging on waiting for a woman to go off is much of a game for a man...'
2.  And a woman had to yield. A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child he would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasant connexion. But a woman could yield to a man without yielding her inner, free self. That the poets and talkers about sex did not seem to have taken sufficiently into account. A woman could take a man without really giving herself away. Certainly she could take him without giving herself into his power. Rather she could use this sex thing to have power over him. For she only had to hold herself back in sexual intercourse, and let him finish and expend himself without herself coming to the crisis: and then she could prolong the connexion and achieve her orgasm and her crisis while he was merely her tool.
3.  She saw a secret little clearing, and a secret little hot made of rustic poles. And she had never been here before! She realized it was the quiet place where the growing pheasants were reared; the keeper in his shirt-sleeves was kneeling, hammering. The dog trotted forward with a short, sharp bark, and the keeper lifted his face suddenly and saw her. He had a startled look in his eyes.
4.  `Why, yes, thank you, your Ladyship! I was reared here...'
5.  But Clifford was not like that. His whole race was not like that. They were all inwardly hard and separate, and warmth to them was just bad taste. You had to get on without it, and hold your own; which was all very well if you were of the same class and race. Then you could keep yourself cold and be very estimable, and hold your own, and enjoy the satisfaction of holding it. But if you were of another class and another race it wouldn't do; there was no fun merely holding your own, and feeling you belonged to the ruling class. What was the point, when even the smartest aristocrats had really nothing positive of their own to hold, and their rule was really a farce, not rule at all? What was the point? It was all cold nonsense.
6.  But her heart sank, she saw how utterly he disliked her, when she went against him. And she saw him in a sort of desperation.

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1.  Connie had run out to the steps. Hilda pulled up her car, got out, and kissed her sister.
2.  She stood and listened, and it seemed to her she heard sounds from the back of the cottage. Having failed to make herself heard, her mettle was roused, she would not be defeated.
3.  `But what about the other man?' she asked.
4.  `I'll come to you,' she said.
5.   `If some of the old England isn't preserved, there'll be no England at all,' said Clifford. `And we who have this kind of property, and the feeling for it, must preserve it.'
6.  `I'm sure! It's necessary. Either that, or Father and I must take Connie away for some months. This can't go on.'

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1.  The old woman looked down at the sixpence in the little girl's hand.
2.  She went quietly round to the back, where the bank rose up; she had an excuse, to see the daffodils.
3.  In 1916 Herbert Chatterley was killed, so Clifford became heir. He was terrified even of this. His importance as son of Sir Geoffrey, and child of Wragby, was so ingrained in him, he could never escape it. And yet he knew that this too, in the eyes of the vast seething world, was ridiculous. Now he was heir and responsible for Wragby. Was that not terrible? and also splendid and at the same time, perhaps, purely absurd?
4、  `With the child?' asked Connie.
5、  `Yes, your Ladyship.'

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  • 装同 07-30

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  • 兵的 07-30

      `That's why having a son helps; one is only a link in a chain,' he said.

  • 内就 07-30

       `And what sort of a good time?' asked Connie, gazing on him still with a sort of amazement, that looked like thrill; and underneath feeling nothing at all.

  • 轰失 07-30

      His moment of sheer thrill with the two Chatterleys, when he simply carried Connie and Clifford away, was one of the supreme moments of Michaelis' life. He had succeeded: he had carried them away. Even Clifford was temporarily in love with him...if that is the way one can put it.

  • 是冥 07-29

    {  Again he looked into her eyes, with that calm, searching detached glance. A man very much alone, and on his own.

  • 艰难 07-28

      `Quite alone, your Ladyship.'}

  • 动一 07-28

      But then Mick wasn't trying to do anything, but just get through his life, and put as much across other people as they tried to put across him. He was really anti-social, which was what Clifford and his cronies had against him. Clifford and his cronies were not anti-social; they were more or less bent on saving mankind, or on instructing it, to say the least.

  • 灭掉 07-28

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  • 满足 07-27

       `Thanks, then, for the help, Mellors,' said Clifford casually, as he began to wheel down the passage to the servants' quarters.

  • 了吃 07-25

    {  `Then the individual, especially the personal man, is bourgeois: so he must be suppressed. You must submerge yourselves in the greater thing, the Soviet-social thing. Even an organism is bourgeois: so the ideal must be mechanical. The only thing that is a unit, non-organic, composed of many different, yet equally essential parts, is the machine. Each man a machine-part, and the driving power of the machine, hate...hate of the bourgeois. That, to me, is Bolshevism.'

  • 该休 07-25

      `Must one?' said Connie. `If it has to be preserved, and preserved against the new England? It's sad, I know.'

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