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

"Sons and Lovers"

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"But they're the right sorts?" she cried.
"They're off the little list I'd made to get when my ship came in." He
bit his lip.
Fanny was overcome with emotion. She must turn the conversation.
"They was all on thorns to do it; they all paid their shares, all except
the Queen of Sheba."
The Queen of Sheba was Clara.
"And wouldn't she join?" Paul asked.
"She didn't get the chance; we never told her; we wasn't going to have
HER bossing THIS show. We didn't WANT her to join."
Paul laughed at the woman. He was much moved. At last he must go. She
was very close to him. Suddenly she flung her arms round his neck and
kissed him vehemently.
"I can give you a kiss to-day," she said apologetically. "You've looked
so white, it's made my heart ache."
Paul kissed her, and left her. Her arms were so pitifully thin that his
heart ached also.
That day he met Clara as he ran downstairs to wash his hands at
dinner-time.
"You have stayed to dinner!" he exclaimed. It was unusual for her.


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