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类型【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1:卡罗莱纳·塞 大小:U2ehEDue84992KB 下载:Pq3rjM3a78495次
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日期:2020-08-09 20:13:26
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1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  `But could you have made money except by plays?' asked Clifford.
2.  `And isn't he married?'
3.  She stared at him, dazed and transfixed, and he went over and kneeled beside her, and took her two feet close in his two hands, and buried his face in her lap, remaining motionless. She was perfectly dim and dazed, looking down in a sort of amazement at the rather tender nape of his neck, feeling his face pressing her thighs. In all her burning dismay, she could not help putting her hand, with tenderness and compassion, on the defenceless nape of his neck, and he trembled, with a deep shudder.
4.  This denuded place always made Clifford curiously angry. He had been through the war, had seen what it meant. But he didn't get really angry till he saw this bare hill. He was having it replanted. But it made him hate Sir Geoffrey.
5.  `Ah canna tell yer, m'Lady! Ah know nob'dy as ma'es keys round 'ere.'
6.  She had been supposed to have rather a good figure, but now she was out of fashion: a little too female, not enough like an adolescent boy. She was not very tall, a bit Scottish and short; but she had a certain fluent, down-slipping grace that might have been beauty. Her skin was faintly tawny, her limbs had a certain stillness, her body should have had a full, down-slipping richness; but it lacked something.

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1.  `You're coming round to my room tonight, aren't you? I don't darn know where your room is.'
2.  Especially he did not want to come into contact with a woman again. He feared it; for he had a big wound from old contacts. He felt if he could not be alone, and if he could not be left alone, he would die. His recoil away from the outer world was complete; his last refuge was this wood; to hide himself there!
3.  `Mellors! You saw him,' said Clifford.
4.  He sent a servant to ask, could he be of any service to Lady Chatterley: he thought of driving into Sheffield. The answer came, would he care to go up to Lady Chatterley's sitting-room.
5.  `Ah!' he said to her fiercely, `I'd rather you said that to me than said you love me! It means such a lot more...Till afternoon then. I've plenty to think about till then.' He kissed her hands humbly and was gone.
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1.  The sheep coughed in the rough, sere grass of the park, where frost lay bluish in the sockets of the tufts. Across the park ran a path to the wood-gate, a fine ribbon of pink. Clifford had had it newly gravelled with sifted gravel from the pit-bank. When the rock and refuse of the underworld had burned and given off its sulphur, it turned bright pink, shrimp-coloured on dry days, darker, crab-coloured on wet. Now it was pale shrimp-colour, with a bluish-white hoar of frost. It always pleased Connie, this underfoot of sifted, bright pink. It's an ill wind that brings nobody good.
2.  So the girls were `free', and went back to Dresden, and their music, and the university and the young men. They loved their respective young men, and their respective young men loved them with all the passion of mental attraction. All the wonderful things the young men thought and expressed and wrote, they thought and expressed and wrote for the young women. Connie's young man was musical, Hilda's was technical. But they simply lived for their young women. In their minds and their mental excitements, that is. Somewhere else they were a little rebuffed, though they did not know it.
3.  And she was angry against the self-willed male. A servant too! She walked sullenly home.
4.  `Only what?' she asked, baffled.
5.   And yet, deep inside herself, a sense of injustice, of being defrauded, had begun to burn in Connie. The physical sense of injustice is a dangerous feeling, once it is awakened. It must have outlet, or it eats away the one in whom it is aroused. Poor Clifford, he was not to blame. His was the greater misfortune. It was all part of the general catastrophe.
6.  Michaelis had seized upon Clifford as the central figure for a play; already he had sketched in the plot, and written the first act. For Michaelis was even better than Clifford at making a display of nothingness. It was the last bit of passion left in these men: the passion for making a display. Sexually they were passionless, even dead. And now it was not money that Michaelis was after. Clifford had never been primarily out for money, though he made it where he could, for money is the seal and stamp of success. And success was what they wanted. They wanted, both of them, to make a real display...a man's own very display of himself that should capture for a time the vast populace.

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1.  The grandmother looked around swiftly at the child:
2.  Though boiling with rage, Clifford said nothing.
3.  `You do believe in love then, Tommy, don't you?'
4、  `Must one?' said Connie. `If it has to be preserved, and preserved against the new England? It's sad, I know.'
5、  `Why don't men and women really like one another nowadays?' Connie asked Tommy Dukes, who was more or less her oracle.

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  • 李鹤 08-08

      `Perhaps she'll float off into space altogether,' said Dukes.

  • 艾达里安金格斯利休斯 08-08

      `Why, exactly! So I should be if he began to urinate in a corner of my drawing-room. There's a place for all these things.'

  • 刘鹤峰 08-08

       `What can't go on?'

  • 穆拉柯泽科 08-08

      `Quite!' said Clifford. `But we've preserved it. Except for us it would go...it would be gone already, like the rest of the forest. One must preserve some of the old England!'

  • 独显新 08-07

    {  Connie's father, where he paid a flying visit to Wragby, and in private to his daughter: As for Clifford's writing, it's smart, but there's nothing in it. It won't last! Connie looked at the burly Scottish knight who had done himself well all his life, and her eyes, her big, still-wondering blue eyes became vague. Nothing in it! What did he mean by nothing in it? If the critics praised it, and Clifford's name was almost famous, and it even brought in money...what did her father mean by saying there was nothing in Clifford's writing? What else could there be?

  • 利瓦伊·比·卡特 08-06

      `For a little while! It's all we can do. We can only do our bit. I feel every man of my family has done his bit here, since we've had the place. One may go against convention, but one must keep up tradition.' Again there was a pause.}

  • 曹定国 08-06

      `What can't go on?'

  • 庄思源 08-06

      `But until life turns a new face on it all, you do agree?'

  • 吴桂林 08-05

       `I only called with a message from Sir Clifford,' she said in her soft, rather breathless voice.

  • 沈瑶 08-03

    {  She looked at him, getting his meaning through the fog of the dialect.

  • 麻麦收 08-03

      `Am Ah t' light yer a little fire?' he asked, with the curious na?veté of the dialect.

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