Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 29 Page 86

completely blind, blind as a wolf looking at her. It was a strange battle between her ordinary consciousness and his uncanny, black-art consciousness.

‘I don’t know,’ he replied, ‘what would you like to do?’

He spoke emptily, his mind was sunk away.

‘Oh,’ she said, with easy protestation, ‘I’m ready for anything — anything will be fine for ME, I’m sure.’

And to herself she was saying: ‘God, why am I so nervous — why are you so nervous, you fool. If he sees it I’m done for forever — you KNOW you’re done for forever, if he sees the absurd state you’re in.’

And she smiled to herself as if it were all child’s