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“I consider this is really the heart of England,â€� said Clifford to Connie, as he sat there in the dim February sunshine.
‘Do you?� she said, seating herself in her blue knitted dress, on a stump by the path.
‘I do! this is the old England, the heart of it; and I intend to keep it intact.�
‘Oh yes!â€� said Connie. But, as she said it she heard the eleven-o’clock hooters at Stacks Gate colliery. Clifford was too used to the sound to notice.”
― D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover