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

"Sons and Lovers"

As he saw her hands in their old black kid gloves getting the
silver out of the worn purse, his heart contracted with pain of love of
her.
She was quite excited, and quite gay. He suffered because she WOULD talk
aloud in presence of the other travellers.
"Now look at that silly cow!" she said, "careering round as if it
thought it was a circus."
"It's most likely a bottfly," he said very low.
"A what?" she asked brightly and unashamed.
They thought a while. He was sensible all the time of having her
opposite him. Suddenly their eyes met, and she smiled to him--a rare,
intimate smile, beautiful with brightness and love. Then each looked out
of the window.
The sixteen slow miles of railway journey passed. The mother and son
walked down Station Street, feeling the excitement of lovers having an
adventure together. In Carrington Street they stopped to hang over the
parapet and look at the barges on the canal below.
"It's just like Venice," he said, seeing the sunshine on the water that
lay between high factory walls.


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