Lady Chatterley's Lover Page #5

back on your feet, aren't we?

- Yes.

- I don't know how you lived through it.

I didn't think I could.

The heart makes up for a lot.

I miss him, but I'll never forget him.

He'd never have left me,

and I'll never leave him.

A lesson to us all, Con.

I mean, that's very touching, Mrs. B.

- Youll never leave me, will you?

- Clifford.

Once a wife in your heart,

always a wife, I say.

Come on, Mrs. B.

- Can't think straight.

- Don't you want to win all my money?

- It's late.

- Don't complain.

Check.

Very good.

It must be early light now.

You can go to bed if you like.

Open the curtains

before you leave, would you?

- Where are you taking this?

- Sir Clifford's instructions.

- "Bury it in the attic," he said.

- Where is he?

- With two gentlemen in the library.

- Thank you, Field.

Now is the right time, but we simply

must have the bits modernised.

Especially the Oakwood Pit. We can

exploit that to the last possibility...

- Good morning, everybody.

- Gentlemen, my wife.

How do you do?

Darling, would you let us

talk in peace? Please!

Now, where were we?

Sit down.

- Have I done something wrong?

- No.

You think you've lowered

yourseIf with me?

No.

Push! Good. And the other side.

And push, push.

You must strengthen these shoulders.

And rest.

- Do you really think there's hope?

- Do you trust me?

- Yes, Mrs. B.

- Well, then, try again.

Lift and push.

Good, good, good.

And rest. Good.

Youre lovely to me.

- So lovely to touch.

- Don't cry.

I read something one day:

"I will experience

everything in life...

...so on the final journey

to my death...

...the nights will not

be haunted by regret."

So no need to cry.

Don't worry, it's really happiness.

Where are the others?

Sir Clifford is in the library

and asked not to be disturbed.

Mrs. Bolton is taking a nap.

- Well, it will be just for me, then.

- Yes, milady.

This magazine came for you.

Connie.

My darling Connie. Are you happy?

- Why?

- Because you look so adorable.

I couldn't bear it

if you were unhappy.

So kind.

I honestly think I should have died.

They should have let me.

Clifford, don't. If something is lost,

it needn't be all lost, need it?

There's no reason for me to live

if nobody wants me to live.

Just seeing you there then...

...I thought you'd be better off

if I were dead. Perhaps you knew it.

I don't want you to die...

...but it is cruel to make me

responsible for your living.

You want to live, don't you?

Darling, I'm sorry.

I'm a real brute.

Don't cry. Don't...

...for my seIfish sake.

I'm not worthy of you.

Wait here, Mellors.

What are you doing here?

Yes, Mellors, what is it?

I caught a couple of poachers, sir,

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