Women in Love Page #5

if they can do the work.

There'll be few of them left to pay soon.

You and your new machines.

Yes, me and my new machines.

They say you've stopped the widows' coal.

We've always allowed all the widows

of men who worked for the firm

a load of coal, every three months.

Well, they'll have to pay cost price

from now on.

The firm's not the charitable institution

you seem to think it is, Father.

Will you take us home, please?

- How's your wife, Thomas?

- Fine, thank you, sir.

Good.

What price that, eh?

She'll do, won't she?

Ooh, aye. I'd give a week's wages

for five minutes with her.

Just five minutes.

Your missus would have

something to say to you.

Hey! You're first-class you are!

You think she'd be worth

a week's wages, eh?

Do I? I'd bloody well

put 'em down this second.

Yeah...

Oh, you beautiful doll

You great, big beautiful doll...

Ee, you won't get much for it

down 'ere, dearie!

Come on, love.

Give us a drink.

- Bloody men.

- Piss off.

You wanting company?

Sure you do.

You'll be wanting a little company.

- Who be you, then?

- A man.

- What work?

- Miner. Good enough for you?

Why do you ask all these questions?

How are your thighs?

- My thighs?

- How are they?

Are they strong?

Because I want to drown in flesh.

Hot...physical...naked...flesh.

Flesh?

Come 'ere!

You're dying for it, aren't you?

Ouch!

You are hideous and ridiculous

like all the rest.

Come 'ere, you stuck-up b*tch!

You rotten cow!

Good evening, Miss Brangwen.

Anything wrong, Palmer?

Mr Crich.

No offence, Mr Crich.

Well, I was born here and I'll die here

until I fly away.

Well, don't fly away

till you come to our picnic.

Did you imagine yourself

in the midst of all this, my dear?

- Mm... Does look rather awful.

- Imagine what it'll be like.

I suppose we could get away from it all.

- Police to keep you in.

- Thank you.

The Crichs are afraid

we're going to run off with the silver.

Good afternoon.

- Father. May I have just a little beer?

- No, no, no.

- Oh, please.

- Well, you can just have a little.

- Just one more.

- We're going for a dip, Father.

Oh, my dear. Be sure

not to stay in the water too long.

Right, let's have you now.

Let's have you.

One chine of hog. It's still here.

There's only one left.

Now, here's three balls, sir.

There you go.

This is Mr Birkin...Father.

How do you?

I hope you're keeping well.

Yes, thank you. I'm fit.

Hello, Mrs Brangwen.

I know Gudrun and Ursula quite well.

Yes, I've heard them talk about you

often enough.

Mr and Mrs Brangwen?

I'm so glad you could come to our picnic.

How do you do?

You forgot our invitation last year.

- I...

- I...tea!

Yes.

Would you like tea here? Or would you

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