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Lawrence, D. H. (David Herbert), 1885-1930

"Sons and Lovers"


"And now," he said, "you'll see me again when you do."
"It'll be before I want to," she replied; and at that he marched out
of the house with his bundle. She sat trembling slightly, but her heart
brimming with contempt. What would she do if he went to some other
pit, obtained work, and got in with another woman? But she knew him too
well--he couldn't. She was dead sure of him. Nevertheless her heart was
gnawed inside her.
"Where's my dad?" said William, coming in from school.
"He says he's run away," replied the mother.
"Where to?"
"Eh, I don't know. He's taken a bundle in the blue handkerchief, and
says he's not coming back."
"What shall we do?" cried the boy.
"Eh, never trouble, he won't go far."
"But if he doesn't come back," wailed Annie.
And she and William retired to the sofa and wept. Mrs. Morel sat and
laughed.
"You pair of gabeys!" she exclaimed. "You'll see him before the night's
out."
But the children were not to be consoled. Twilight came on. Mrs. Morel
grew anxious from very weariness.


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