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

"Sons and Lovers"


They knew each other too well to pretend anything. As she kissed him,
she watched his eyes; they were staring across the room, with a peculiar
dark blaze in them that fascinated her. He was perfectly still. She
could feel his heart throbbing heavily in his breast.
"What are you thinking about?" she asked.
The blaze in his eyes shuddered, became uncertain.
"I was thinking, all the while, I love you. I have been obstinate."
She sank her head on his breast.
"Yes," she answered.
"That's all," he said, and his voice seemed sure, and his mouth was
kissing her throat.
Then she raised her head and looked into his eyes with her full gaze of
love. The blaze struggled, seemed to try to get away from her, and
then was quenched. He turned his head quickly aside. It was a moment of
anguish.
"Kiss me," she whispered.
He shut his eyes, and kissed her, and his arms folded her closer and
closer.
When she walked home with him over the fields, he said:
"I am glad I came back to you. I feel so simple with you--as if there
was nothing to hide.


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