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Mellors steps out of Sir Clifford's studio with his ears still burning from the harsh, verbal lashing he's just received.
What he does or does not do has really little meaning to His Lordship, what the man really wants is to have the feeling that he's in control.. Even sitting in a wheelchair and having to depend on others to carry out every personal chore for him he likes to treat those who work for him like puppets and pull their strings, making them dance to his tune.
His shoulders pressed into the rich brocade lining the wall of the corridor outside Sir Clifford's room, Mellors takes a couple of deep breaths, allowing his face to contort into the scowl he had to hold back while in there, and wonders briefly if things might have been different had Sir Clifford come back from Flanders healthy and walking on his own legs..
Still.. things are as they are and there is little he can do about it, dissatisfied or not. His Lordship and his Gamekeeper might not be meant to get along well, but get along the Gamekeeper had to.. The alternative would be to leave the woods and that was unthinkable of.
Straightening his shoulders Mellors starts walking down the corridor, long strides that will take him home quickly. Every paradise has its snake, but his own paradise is such that it truly makes the snake seem just a worm.
What he does or does not do has really little meaning to His Lordship, what the man really wants is to have the feeling that he's in control.. Even sitting in a wheelchair and having to depend on others to carry out every personal chore for him he likes to treat those who work for him like puppets and pull their strings, making them dance to his tune.
His shoulders pressed into the rich brocade lining the wall of the corridor outside Sir Clifford's room, Mellors takes a couple of deep breaths, allowing his face to contort into the scowl he had to hold back while in there, and wonders briefly if things might have been different had Sir Clifford come back from Flanders healthy and walking on his own legs..
Still.. things are as they are and there is little he can do about it, dissatisfied or not. His Lordship and his Gamekeeper might not be meant to get along well, but get along the Gamekeeper had to.. The alternative would be to leave the woods and that was unthinkable of.
Straightening his shoulders Mellors starts walking down the corridor, long strides that will take him home quickly. Every paradise has its snake, but his own paradise is such that it truly makes the snake seem just a worm.
