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类型【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1:刘淇 大小:FECrzKgL21946KB 下载:68PvAnZ541948次
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日期:2020-08-04 22:32:29
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袁军晓

1.【址:a g 9 559⒐ v i p】1  This stubborn, instinctive---We think ourselves as good as you, if you are Lady Chatterley!---puzzled and baffled Connie at first extremely. The curious, suspicious, false amiability with which the miners' wives met her overtures; the curiously offensive tinge of---Oh dear me! I am somebody now, with Lady Chatterley talking to me! But she needn't think I'm not as good as her for all that!---which she always heard twanging in the women's half-fawning voices, was impossible. There was no getting past it. It was hopelessly and offensively nonconformist.
2.  `And what more could I do if you were a man, than talk perfectly sincerely to you?'
3.  This speech was one of the crucial blows of Connie's life. It killed something in her. She had not been so very keen on Michaelis; till he started it, she did not want him. It was as if she never positively wanted him. But once he had started her, it seemed only natural for her to come to her own crisis with him. Almost she had loved him for it...almost that night she loved him, and wanted to marry him.
4.  `I thought you would go straight ahead,' said Connie. `And leave you to run after us?' said Clifford.
5.  For the first week or so, Mrs Bolton, however, was very quiet at Wragby, her assured, bossy manner left her, and she was nervous. With Clifford she was shy, almost frightened, and silent. He liked that, and soon recovered his self-possession, letting her do things for him without even noticing her.
6.  Connie and he were attached to one another, in the aloof modern way. He was much too hurt in himself, the great shock of his maiming, to be easy and flippant. He was a hurt thing. And as such Connie stuck to him passionately.

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1.  Clifford stopped the chair, once through the gate, and the man came quickly, courteously, to close it.
2.  `She doesn't want to, but she knows she must. Mother died of cancer, brought on by fretting. We're not running any risks.'
3.  Hammond looked rather piqued. He was rather proud of the integrity of his mind, and of his not being a time-server. None the less, he did want success.
4.  `Well, Charlie and I believe that sex is a sort of communication like speech. Let any woman start a sex conversation with me, and it's natural for me to go to bed with her to finish it, all in due season. Unfortunately no woman makes any particular start with me, so I go to bed by myself; and am none the worse for it...I hope so, anyway, for how should I know? Anyhow I've no starry calculations to be interfered with, and no immortal works to write. I'm merely a fellow skulking in the army...'
5.  `Well then we're all plucked apples,' said Hammond, rather acidly and petulantly.
6.  She wondered very much about him; he seemed so unlike a game-keeper, so unlike a working-man anyhow; although he had something in common with the local people. But also something very uncommon.

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1.  `But you've got to begin,' said Clifford.
2.  Connie knew he was right, really. Yet it left her feeling so forlorn, so forlorn and stray. Like a chip on a dreary pond, she felt. What was the point, of her or anything?
3.  And thus far it was a life: in the void. For the rest it was non-existence. Wragby was there, the servants...but spectral, not really existing. Connie went for walks in the park, and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and the mystery, kicking the brown leaves of autumn, and picking the primroses of spring. But it was all a dream; or rather it was like the simulacrum of reality. The oak-leaves were to her like oak-leaves seen ruffling in a mirror, she herself was a figure somebody had read about, picking primroses that were only shadows or memories, or words. No substance to her or anything...no touch, no contact! Only this life with Clifford, this endless spinning of webs of yarn, of the minutiae of consciousness, these stories Sir Malcolm said there was nothing in, and they wouldn't last. Why should there be anything in them, why should they last? Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof. Sufficient unto the moment is the appearance of reality.
4.  `Did you? But where is your Gran?'
5.   `How'd you like to be immunized?' Winterslow asked her, with an ugly smile.
6.  Though boiling with rage, Clifford said nothing.

应用

1.  `Must one?' said Connie. `If it has to be preserved, and preserved against the new England? It's sad, I know.'
2.  `Precisely! I have my mind: I have certain calculations to make in certain astronomical matters that concern me almost more than life or death. Sometimes indigestion interferes with me. Hunger would interfere with me disastrously. In the same way starved sex interferes with me. What then?'
3.  `Who is your game-keeper?' Connie asked at lunch.
4、  Connie only half heard this piece of novel, masculine information. She was only stunned by his feeling against her...his incomprehensible brutality. She felt so innocent.
5、  `Mellors! You saw him,' said Clifford.

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  • 郑震国 08-03

      `And you think it's a writer of popular plays that you've got to be?' asked Connie.

  • 高铭暄 08-03

      Connie had a sitting-room on the third floor, the top floor of the central portion of the house. Clifford's rooms were on the ground floor, of course. Michaelis was flattered by being asked up to Lady Chatterley's own parlour. He followed blindly after the servant...he never noticed things, or had contact with Isis surroundings. In her room he did glance vaguely round at the fine German reproductions of Renoir and Cézanne.

  • 张根华 08-03

       `This wretched place!' she said softly, looking at poor, old, lumbering Wragby with real hate. She looked soft and warm herself, as a ripe pear, and she was an amazon of the real old breed.

  • 曹某 08-03

      He looked at her, all his face glimmering with wicked laughter.

  • 何建法 08-02

    {  She went quietly round to the back, where the bank rose up; she had an excuse, to see the daffodils.

  • 林晓雯 08-01

      Connie was in love with him, but she managed to sit with her embroidery and let the men talk, and not give herself away. As for Michaelis, he was perfect; exactly the same melancholic, attentive, aloof young fellow of the previous evening, millions of degrees remote from his hosts, but laconically playing up to them to the required amount, and never coming forth to them for a moment. Connie felt he must have forgotten the morning. He had not forgotten. But he knew where he was...in the same old place outside, where the born outsiders are. He didn't take the love-making altogether personally. He knew it would not change him from an ownerless dog, whom everybody begrudges its golden collar, into a comfortable society dog.}

  • 池河 08-01

      She poured him his tea.

  • 白玉山 08-01

      `I consider this is really the heart of England,' said Clifford to Connie, as he sat there in the dim February sunshine.

  • 秦松唐 07-31

       He stayed that time only the three days, and to Clifford was exactly the same as on the first evening; to Connie also. There was no breaking down his external man.

  • 张安敏 07-29

    {  `I thought you would go straight ahead,' said Connie. `And leave you to run after us?' said Clifford.

  • 波利尼西亚 07-29

      `I? What am I doing but talking perfectly sincerely to a woman at this moment?'

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