1 It was weird and it was nothing.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 5 2 She was thrilled to a weird passion.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 9 3 The wood re-echoed with weird noises.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 13 4 He looked at her weirdly, without an answer.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 19 5 Perhaps they were only weird fauna of the coal-seams.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 11 6 Having chosen to exhume them, after ten years of burial, she has a weird array.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 17 7 She felt she was being crushed to death by weird lies, and by the amazing cruelty of idiocy.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 10 8 Duncan was a rather short, broad, dark-skinned, taciturn Hamlet of a fellow with straight black hair and a weird Celtic conceit of himself.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 18 9 They had perhaps some of the weird, inhuman beauty of minerals, the lustre of coal, the weight and blueness and resistance of iron, the transparency of glass.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 11 10 But if you looked, you saw on the left rows of handsome 'modern' dwellings, set down like a game of dominoes, with spaces and gardens, a queer game of dominoes that some weird 'masters' were playing on the surprised earth.'
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 11 11 It seems to me absolutely true, that our world, which appears to us the surface of all things, is really the bottom of a deep ocean: all our trees are submarine growths, and we are weird, scaly-clad submarine fauna, feeding ourselves on offal like shrimps.
Lady Chatterley's Lover By D H LawrenceGet Context In Chapter 17 12 And he roused a certain craving passion in her, with his little boy's nakedness and softness; she had to go on after he had finished, in the wild tumult and heaving of her loins, while he heroically kept himself up, and present in her, with all his will and self-offering, till she brought about her own crisis, with weird little cries.
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