1 She heard the man coming lightly downstairs.
2 But Hilda had switched off the lights, and was absorbed backing, making the turn.
3 She, Mellors, and Clifford moved at once, Connie and the keeper jostling lightly.
4 The industrial noises broke the solitude, the sharp lights, though unseen, mocked it.
5 The fault lay there, out there, in those evil electric lights and diabolical rattlings of engines.
6 She slowed up rather suddenly and swerved off the road, the lights glaring white into the grassy, overgrown lane.
7 The pheasant chicks were running lightly abroad, light as insects, from the coops where the fellow hens clucked anxiously.
8 At the same time an oppression, a dread of exposing himself and her to that outside Thing that sparkled viciously in the electric lights, weighed down his shoulders.
9 There was no sound save the noise, the faint shuffling noise from Stacks Gate colliery, that never ceased working: and there were hardly any lights, save the brilliant electric rows at the works.
10 There, in the world of the mechanical greedy, greedy mechanism and mechanized greed, sparkling with lights and gushing hot metal and roaring with traffic, there lay the vast evil thing, ready to destroy whatever did not conform.
11 And from the top he could see the country, bright rows of lights at Stacks Gate, smaller lights at Tevershall pit, the yellow lights of Tevershall and lights everywhere, here and there, on the dark country, with the distant blush of furnaces, faint and rosy, since the night was clear, the rosiness of the outpouring of white-hot metal.