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And have a good time, and come back and cheer us up." Everybody waved.

Connie looked back and saw Clifford sitting at the top of the steps in his house-chair. After all, he was her husband: Wragby was her home: circumstance had done it. Chambers held the gate and wished her ladyship a happy holiday. The car slipped out of the dark spinney that masked the park, on to the highroad where the colliers were trailing home. Hilda turned to the Crosshill Road, that was not a main road, but ran to Mansfield.

They ran beside the railway, which was in a cutting below them. "It's a frightful pity we can't go straight off!" she said. "We could have been in Pall Mall by nine o'clock." "I'm sorry for your sake," said Connie, from behind her goggles. They were egypt nude fucking girls pic soon at Mansfield, that once-romantic, now utterly disheartening colliery town. Hilda stopped at the hotel named in the motorcar book, and took a room. The whole thing was utterly uninteresting, and she was almost too angry to talk. However, Connie _had_ to tell her something of the man's history. "I've never called him by any name: nor he me: which is curious, when you come to think of it. But his name is Oliver Mellors." "And how would you like to be Mrs. Oliver Mellors, instead of Lady Chatterley?" "I'd love it." There was nothing to be done with Connie.

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"It's not far." "What about the car?" "People do leave them on the lanes. You have the key." Hilda was silent, deliberating. She backed slowly round the curve, out of sight of the road, locked the car, and got down. The hedges rose high and wild, by the unused lane, and very dark seeming. The keeper went ahead, then came Connie, then Hilda, and in silence. He lit up the difficult places with a flashlight torch, and they went on again, while an owl softly hooted over the oaks, and Flossie padded silently around.

At length Connie saw the yellow light of the house, and her heart beat fast.