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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: said Clifford jealously. With a sort of second sight he sensed
something new in her, something to him quite incomprehensible, hut he
ascribed it to the baby. He thought that all that ailed Connie was that
she did not have a baby, automatically bring one forth, so to speak.
'I saw you go across the park to the iron gate, my Lady,' said Mrs
Bolton; 'so I thought perhaps you'd called at the Rectory.'
'I nearly did, then I turned towards Marehay instead.'
The eyes of the two women met: Mrs Bolton's grey and bright and
searching; Connie's blue and veiled and strangely beautiful. Mrs Bolton
was almost sure she had a lover, yet how could it be, and who could it
be? Where was there a man?
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