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As Mellors comes to the edge of the clearing he can hear the soft murmur of Walker's voice and it surprises him ( Read more... )

My best friend ( Read more... )

Mellors lifted his head and squinted at the sun. He could tell that it was nearing midday and that soon he would be able to take a break from repairing the pheasant pens and go to have lunch with the Blouseman under the trees outside the greenhouse ( Read more... )

Amazing how dark and cold and empty were his nights before ( Read more... )

"I never thought I'd say this but his Lordship was acting quite human today, all chatty and smiling and bursting with goodwill... Never saw him like this before, he really felt like a totally different person.." Mellors drops down on the armchair with a satisfied sigh and smiles as a large striped cat immediately jumps in his lap and makes himself ( Read more... )

Mellors sighs as he pours his tea and waits for the slice of bread he's put on the stove to warm up and toast a bit. The cats have had their milk already and are now grooming themselves, sparing him only a distracted glance when he sighs again. He doesn't like breakfasting alone, but Walker had to leave early this morning to meet someone down at ( Read more... )

Mellors awoke slowly, a small pleased sound leaving his throat as he stretched in bed ( Read more... )

Aye, sure... I agree that what doesn't kill us makes us stronger, but I am not sure it does that in a positive way ( Read more... )

I am afraid the answer is quite obvious.. The woods.

Though I cannot really say that the woods are my retreat from the world, because in truth they are the world for me, my own private world, my only world. Instead of finding myself a retreat, I have let the retreat take over and the rest of the world fade away ( Read more... )