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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: 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.
Clifford left them alone, and she learnt to do the same: she just went
by without looking at them, and they stared as if she were a walking
wax figure. When he had to deal with them, Clifford was rather haughty
and contemptuous; one could no longer afford to be friendly. In fact he
Lady Chatterley's Lover |
