A coal - cart was coming downhill , clanking in the rain . field started upwards , past the big but weary - looking drapers and clothing shops , the post - office , into the little market - place of forlorn space , where sam black was peering out of the door of the sun , that called itself an inn , not a pub , and where the commercial travellers stayed , and was bowing to lady chatterley s car 在雨中，一辆煤车在轰轰地下着山坡，非尔德添好了油，把车向山坡上开行，经过了那些大的但是凄凉的裁缝店布匹店和邮政局，来到了寂寞的市场上，那儿，杉布勒克正在他的所谓“太阳旅店”的酒肆里。
