David Herbert Richards Lawrence: Sons and Lovers
Sons and Lovers
She herself was opposite.
The next day she went down…
William was only one year old…
One evening, late…
The thought of being the mother…
Walter Morel was, at this time…
On the Wednesday following…
During his recuperation…
There ended the altercation.
Paul would be built like his mother…
They were very poor that autumn…
Meanwhile the parents were getting…
About a year after William…
In the morning, when Annie and Arthur…
Suddenly they spied a big, dark archway…
William asked the girl…
He sprang off his stool…
Arthur Morel was growing up…
They had tea together…
At last, on December 23rd…
Miriam was her mother's daughter…
It was very still…
That there was any love growing…
One day, as Paul was going up Castle Gate…
There was silence in the room for a time…
Paul was dissatisfied with himself…
He hated her bitterly at that moment…
Paul felt life changing around him…
They found a cottage, where they sat…
She felt she could bear anything…
After a week of love…
He sat silent in bitterness…
He dressed at Jordan's…
Soon the supper was finished…
She could not bear the suffering…
It was known in Nottingham that Paul Morel…
Then, startled by his own unconscious…
So there went on a battle between them…
Up came the tears again.
'But,' she panted, 'it'll go off.'
In the afternoon he went…
Paul and she were afraid of each other…
Then, again, for a whole evening…
He followed her down the darkness…
He stood looking out of the window…
Nurse did not come…
Yes, he could see the houses…
After a while Paul went out of the house…
So he was always in the town…
Something felt sulky, as if it…
They scarcely spoke while they were…
Her brown, nervous hands…
It was the end then between them…
