Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

ought herself to say to her husband it was just as well he had
played barber when he did. But she knew, and Morel knew, that that
act had caused something momentous to take place in her soul.
She remembered the scene all her life, as one in which she had
suffered the most intensely.
This act of masculine clumsiness was the spear through the side of
her love for Morel. Before, while she had striven against him bitterly,
she had fretted after him, as if he had gone astray from her.
Now she ceased to fret for his love: he was an outsider to her.
This made life much more bearable.
Nevertheless, she still continued to strive with him. She still
had her high moral sense, inherited from generations of Puritans.
It was now a religious instinct, and she was almost a fanatic
with him, because she loved him, or had loved him. If he sinned,
she tortured him. If he drank, and lied, was often a poltroon,
sometimes a knave, she wielded the lash unmercifully.