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Next winter she would get Clifford to London; the following winter she would get him abroad to the South of France, Italy. That was her own private affair, and the one point on which, in her own queer, female way, she was serious to the bottom of her soul. She was not going to risk any chance comer, not she! One might take a lover almost at any moment, but a man who should beget a child on one ...

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Yet if he was the man, what would one's personal hate matter?

It had rained as usual, and the paths were too sodden for Clifford's chair, but Connie would go out. She went out alone every day now, mostly in the wood, where she was really alone. This day, however, Clifford wanted to send a message to the keeper, and as the boy was laid up with influenza,--somebody always seemed to have influenza at Wragby,--Connie said she would call at the cottage. The air was soft and dead, as if all the world were slowly dying. Grey and clammy and silent, even from the shuffling of the collieries, for the pits were working short time, and today they were stopped altogether. In the wood all was utterly inert and motionless, only great drops fell from the bare boughs, with a adult porn stars from my first sex teacher hollow little crash. For the rest, among the old trees was depth within depth of grey, hopeless, inertia, silence, nothingness. From the old wood came an ancient melancholy, somehow soothing to her, better than the harsh insentience of the outer world. She liked the _inwardness_ of the remnant of forest, the unspeaking reticence of the old trees. They seemed a very power of silence, and yet a vital presence. They, too, were waiting: obstinately, stoically waiting, and giving off a potency of silence. Perhaps they were only waiting for the end; to be cut down, cleared away, the end of the forest, for them the end of all things. But perhaps their strong and aristocratic silence, the silence of strong trees, meant something else.

As she came out of the wood on the north side, the keeper's cottage, a rather dark, brown stone cottage, with gables and a handsome chimney, looked uninhabited, it was so silent and alone. But a thread of smoke rose from the chimney, and the little railed-in garden in the front of the house was dug and kept very tidy. Now she was here she felt a little shy of the man, with his curious far-seeing eyes. She did not like bringing him orders, and felt like going away again. She peeped through the window, and saw the dark little room, with its almost sinister privacy, not wanting to be invaded. She sexy hot young porn stars from the orient topless 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. At the back of the cottage the land rose steeply, so the backyard was sunken, and enclosed by a low stone wall.

In the little yard two paces beyond her, the man was washing himself, utterly unaware. He was naked to the hips, his velveteen my first sex teacher fuck pictures breeches slipping down over his slender loins. And his white slim back was curved over a adult porn stars from my first sex teacher big bowl of soapy water, in which he ducked his head, shaking his head with a queer, quick little motion, lifting his slender white arms, and pressing the soapy water from his ears, quick, subtle as a weasel playing with water, adult porn stars from my first sex teacher and utterly alone. Connie backed away round the corner of the house, and hurried away to the wood. After all, merely a man washing himself; common-place enough, Heaven knows! Yet in some curious way it was a visionary experience: it had hit her in the middle of the body. She saw the clumsy breeches slipping down over the pure, delicate, white loins, the bones showing a little, and the sense of aloneness, of a creature purely alone, overwhelmed her.

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Connie had received the shock of adult porn stars from my first sex teacher vision in her womb, and she knew it; it lay inside her. No doubt with evil-smelling yellow soap!--She was rather annoyed; why should she be made to stumble on these vulgar privacies?