1 Instead of which, the shame died.
2 She would have thought a woman would have died of shame.
3 Burning out the shames, the deepest, oldest shames, in the most secret places.
4 'He's our game-keeper,' faltered Connie, and she flushed vividly, like a shamed child.
5 But it took some getting at, the core of the physical jungle, the last and deepest recess of organic shame.
6 But everybody says it's a shame something can't be started, to keep the men going a bit better, and employ the girls.
7 An then he slipped on Bestwood Hill, on a slide as the lads ad made last winter, an broke his thigh, and that finished him, poor old man, it did seem a shame.
8 Though it's a shame, what's been done to people these last hundred years: men turned into nothing but labour-insects, and all their manhood taken away, and all their real life.
9 Shame, which is fear: the deep organic shame, the old, old physical fear which crouches in the bodily roots of us, and can only be chased away by the sensual fire, at last it was roused up and routed by the phallic hunt of the man, and she came to the very heart of the jungle of herself.