ittle lady Jane!” "Don't say those things!” She said. "You only say them to hurt me." He dropped his head. Then he said, in dialect: "Ay, maybe I do, maybe I do! Well then, I'll say nowt, an'ha'done wi't. But tha mun dress thysen, all'go back to thy stately homes of England, how beautiful they stand. Time's up! Time's up for Sir John, an'for little Lady Jane! Put thy shimmy on, Lady Chatterley! Tha might be anybody, standin'there be-out even a shimmy, an'a few rags o'flowers. There then, there then, I'll undress thee, tha bob-tailed young throstle.” And he took the leaves from her hair, kissing her damp hair, and the flowers from her breasts, and kissed her breasts, and kissed her navel, and kissed her maiden-hair, where he left the flowers threaded. "They mun stop while they will," he said. "So! There tha'rt bare again, nowt but a bare-arsed lass an'a bit of a Lady Jane! Now put thy shimmy on, for tha mun go, or else Lady Cha