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up early." "Very well!" said Miriam, rather quietly, with just a touch of a sneer. He resented that. And he was usually late again. That there was any love growing between him and Miriam neither of them would have acknowledged. He thought he was too sane for such sentimentality, and she thought herself too lofty. They both were late in coming to maturity, and psychical ripeness was much behind even the physical. Miriam was exceedingly sensitive, as her mother had always been. The slightest grossness made her recoil almost in anguish. Her brothers were brutal, but never coarse in speech. The men did all the discussing of farm matters outside. But, perhaps, because of the continual business of birth and of begetting which goes on upon every farm, Miriam was the more hypersensitive to the matter, and her blood was chastened almost to disgust of the faintest suggestion of such intercourse. Paul took his pitch from her, and their intimacy went on in an utterly blanched and chaste fashion. It could never be mentioned that the mare was in foal. When he was nineteen, he was earning only twenty shillings a week, but he was happy. His painting went well, and life went well enough. On the Good Friday he organised a walk to the Hemlock Stone. There were three lads of his own age, then Annie and Arthur, Miriam and Geoffrey. Arthur, apprenticed as an electrician in Nottingham, was home for the holiday. Morel, as usual, was up early, whistling and sawing in the yard. At seven o'clock the family heard him buy threepennyworth of hot-cross buns; he talked with gusto to the little girl who brought them, calling her "my darling". He turned away several boys who came with more buns, telling them they had been "kested" by a little lass. Then Mrs. Morel got up, and the family straggled down. It was an immense luxury to everybody, this lying in bed just beyond the ordinary time on a weekday. And Paul and Arthur read before breakfast, and had the meal unwashed, sitting in their shirt-sleeves. This was another holiday luxury. The room was warm. Everything felt free of care and anxiety. There was a sense of plenty in the house. While the boys were reading, Mrs. Morel went into the garden. They were now in another house, an old one, near the Scargill Street home, which had been left soon after William had died. Directly came an excited cry from the garden: "Paul! Paul! come and look!" It was his mother's voice. He threw down his book and went out. There was a long garden that ran to a field. It was a grey, cold day, with a sharp wind blowing out of Derbyshire. Two fields away Bestwood began, with a jumble of roofs and red house-ends, out of which rose the church tower and the spire of the Congregational Chapel. And beyond went woods and hills, right away to the pale grey heights of the Pennine Chain.
Paul looked down the garden for his mother. Her head appeared among the young currant-bushes. "Come here!" she cried. "What for?" he answered. "Come and see." She had been looking at the buds on the currant trees. Paul went up. "To think," she said, "that here I might never have seen them!"
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"You can have your dinner as soon a
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onnet and her cloak. She smiled whe
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of the cut pastures. The sky overhe
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said Morel. He was extraordinarily
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experience of what being a man mean
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He came and bowed above her. A warm
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He had signed the pledge, and wore
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"Eighty pound, if you're so keen on
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"Did he?" "Yes, he did." The other
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one Sunday morning, to the chatter
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The pity was, she was too much his
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"I'm not sure I wouldn't rather be
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of face that seems to lack eyelashe
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as having some occult, malevolent p
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"Comin' home in his what?" he snarl
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olt behind her with a bang. Then he
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Her quietened heart beginning to be
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CHAPTER II THE BIRTH OF PAUL, AND A
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"Yi--there's one big 'un," he repli
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"Eh!" said Mrs. Anthony. "You can f
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And he went on striking. He was tir
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"What is it?" she asked, feeling si
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"Go now," she said. "I will, my las
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"Goodness!" cried Mrs. Morel. "Mr.
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Whereupon Mrs. Morel, trying to soo
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Suddenly, looking at him, the heavy
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anything it'll make my blood boil,"
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he went across to her, swayed, caug
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"I can do it myself," she replied.
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Immediately he had finished tea he
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"So you filch sixpence out of my pu
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"Why, where should you have gone? Y
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He had a fine constitution, so that
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and tenderness between the separati
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"'Appen 'e is, but that doesn't giv
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But that evening Morel came in from
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And, glaring at the boy, he ran for
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She was very proud of her son. He w
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"And why didn't you tell me?" "Beca
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His mother implored him to take mor
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'I told mother about you this morni
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the face of the hidden doll. Annie
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"Why, what have I done to the child
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So they were happy in the morning--
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of anxiety and expectation in the r
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"Oh, nothing--about famous women."
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This Morel loved to do. "Well, ther
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"Nothing," he replied. But he ate n
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"This childt's axin' for thee; how
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have died rather. "Good gracious!"
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No window was open. Sometimes in wi
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Paul went to the counter. "Seventee
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put it before him. Suddenly he turn
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So the boy remained alone. Mrs. Mor
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Paul was waiting for her. He loved
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Paul looked in the oven; tapped the
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out of this way and went into the f
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home again. Morel hated to go back.
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Christmas Eve. Mrs. Morel surveyed
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cheerily, and immediately began to
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He had brought them endless present
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"I don't know for sure, but it's 'i
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"A comb, a knife and fork and spoon
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with wonderful healing flesh, and s
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So she talked to her son, almost as
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measuring people against himself, a
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Therefore he was soon visiting and
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tight inside him. He would have suf
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of the dragon. They emerged into a
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"Where did you learn to write?" sai
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school now." "He would live in Best
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she's taking that man HIS pudding,
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every second as the flowers was goi
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"She should have her own money if s
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He had the season-ticket, which had
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Paul was led round to a very dark c
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eappeared coatless, turning up a sm
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"You'd better watch me," he said to
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the "Mr." Then all at once Mr. Jord
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"I never said it WAS your fault. Wi
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with so much that she expected her
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When he came in at eight in the mor
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At the end of the song Fanny would
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up two long hills, down two short h
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and driving them nearly mad, while
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"Oh no, we had dinner in the train.
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"It isn't, really!" "You are cold,"
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to everybody's discomfort, and took
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"Was she REALLY getting up when she
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"Won't you go to bed, then?" he ask
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Paul hurried off to the station jub
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"Too young for me, though, I'm afra
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"It's a wild road, mother," said Pa
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"Oh no! We're only too thankful to
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Maurice took his hand full of corn
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"See, it doesn't hurt," he said, an
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Page 203 and 204: for her--a bit of a theatrical show
Page 205 and 206: So she took cheer. Matters were not
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Page 209 and 210: "Tha wants Walter Morel? Go in thee
Page 211 and 212: On Saturday night, as Paul was turn
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Page 215 and 216: sat looking blankly in front of her
Page 217 and 218: of her for love. "For some things,"
Page 219 and 220: to have as easy a time as he could,
Page 221 and 222: She helped him off with his coat. H
Page 223 and 224: "HAVE they, mother?" she cried. "I
Page 225 and 226: went running because of a few burnt
Page 227 and 228: He crouched down and carefully put
Page 229 and 230: "No," he answered. "Where?" "In the
Page 231 and 232: "I've had a long turn," he said. "B
Page 233 and 234: "Why DO you?" he asked. "I don't kn
Page 235 and 236: "Don't!" repeated the child, a frow
Page 237 and 238: "Ha! Is it? Men have everything." "
Page 239 and 240: eyes blazed at him. "You don't give
Page 241 and 242: For many hours she sat still, sligh
Page 243 and 244: thrilled her, something holy. He wa
Page 245 and 246: His soul, warm and exposed from con
Page 247: Then the next time he saw Miriam he
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Page 253 and 254: "What is it?" she asked. "The sprin
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Page 257 and 258: "Supposing you could have THAT farm
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Page 261 and 262: her head and pondered. How could it
Page 263 and 264: It caused a violent conflict in him
Page 265 and 266: with the girl, and Mrs. Morel was t
Page 267 and 268: "I canna see what they want drownin
Page 269 and 270: "All right," he answered. And when
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Page 275 and 276: "If I'm not SICK!" she cried sudden
Page 277 and 278: Morel put down his knife and leaned
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Page 281 and 282: He looked at her companion. "I've t
Page 283 and 284: The boy glanced away. But the smith
Page 285 and 286: Miriam bowed a little lower. "Yes,"
Page 287 and 288: "I'm so damned spiritual with YOU a
Page 289 and 290: "That's all right!" he said. She wa
Page 291 and 292: "Yes." He knew she was cross with h
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"Oh, my sirs!" he said. "Wheer's my
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drawing herself up to imitate her h
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"Well, I shouldn't be surprised any
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"Not yet," he smiled. "Then, why di
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"Don't what, I should like to know?
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"Send it to Liberty's. I did it for
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"Then you wanted a job," said Beatr
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she exclaimed. She tilted his head
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a tale about his work making him fo
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with Leonard and Annie. She would m
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Her dark eyes were naked with their
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Miriam looked in the bookcase, saw
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Mrs. Morel shifted in her chair, an
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stroking with a rhythmic, jerked mo
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"No, mother--I really DON'T love he
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"Show me!" He would at that moment
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He pressed his face upon the pillow
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just awake from his Sunday nap, was
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"But I love to touch them," she rep
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He sat down against his will, resti
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digging up little clods of earth as
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"But I don't understand," she said
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And she was good to him. She did hi
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Miriam was indignant at anybody's f
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"And you won't think about it, and
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So he went as often, but he was usu
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There was between them now always a
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"Yes," he said; "I am glad." She sa
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Miriam dared not propose anything f
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all the songs his friend could teac
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Clara and her for a walk. They set
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It went up the bank in little leaps
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Clara did not answer, but strode on
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"I don't believe they do." "I don't
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He gathered up the flowers he had s
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"Ah!" she exclaimed. "So she is!" H
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They sat together in the cathedral.
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of angry way." Mrs. Morel considere
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and was splendid in uniform. Annie
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"I shall be with you just the same.
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would he go? The army had not reall
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She was afraid that her hair, speci
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life lay outside their mother's hou
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And again he laughed, in a way that
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as two souls. So I feel it. "Ought
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afraid something had happened. They
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The miner sat heavily in his chair.
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dress shirts. But he had an elegant
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a thing not very difficult, she kne
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"But I want you to be happy," she s
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lay on her left, whilst in front of
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"Ay, well, and I can remember when
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were coming very wide open. Wasn't
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He soon made occasion to call again
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"Then why ask me about it?" "Becaus
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"There is so little likelihood of m
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And he went away to the other girls
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"Yes, you want to know, don't you?"
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"You have stayed to dinner!" he exc
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She shivered. She loathed the town.
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"It's my birthday, and they've boug
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Suddenly they came to a halt on top
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"Did you leave him out of count all
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"What, pray?" "Making him feel as i
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to sacrifice himself in a marriage
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He went on determinedly. He realise
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"I think so," she answered.
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"Kiss me," she whispered. He shut h
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in the darkness under the hanging t
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that looked very soft, turned up to
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only to him then a woman. She was a
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"Let us stay here awhile," he said.
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marsh-marigolds and many big blue f
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And he could not do it often, and t
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So he gave the account of himself.
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of flowers. They flagged all loose,
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Miriam met him at the lane-end. She
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There was in it some truth that, in
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had flattered him, and despised him
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She was sure of herself. Only, this
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It was nine o'clock when he got hom
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to his mother. "Mother," he said, "
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He stood in front of her, his eyes
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She followed him. He took her hand
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"You will meet me at the Fountain a
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His mouth the same was just going t
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"And I am thirty," she said. "I kno
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laughing with excitement. Her shoes
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Directly they passed out of sight b
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She sat down, panting, on the tusso
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sure I feel harmless--so--if it mak
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"Yes; I've been down Clifton Grove
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"Yes!--yes!--if you'd anything abou
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"Were you late home?" she asked. At
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that's why she stayed with him. Aft
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"I may call in as I go to chapel,"
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"Do you think so?" he answered. "Yo
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front room, with its old piano, its
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her in her talk. There was a lot of
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they became aware of Miriam. There
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of speaking so about Miriam. After
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"I tell you it's only words that go
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a match." He secretly hoped it was
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"She caught the train then?" she sa
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In a maze, he wandered out for a dr
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It was a little dish of chip potato
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on the hearthrug, holding her fork.
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stool to stand on." "That's the wor
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"Fifteen two, fifteen four, fifteen
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folded his suit, and sat on the bed
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At length, unable to stand so any m
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"It won't make it no earlier. Here,
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"You'll do as you like," said Mrs.
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"Why, what about th' theatre?" aske
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the man's forehead, he thought he l
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"I might give you a turn or two," s
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"About Baxter." "There's nothing to
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"'The man in righteousness arrayed,
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just now." Dawes knew from his tone
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Mr. Jordan started, marched up to t
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"Have you ever considered where it
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The feeling that things were going
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she asked. "Go somewhere in a prett
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and wondering, like Adam and Eve wh
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"And what is love?" she asked. "Has
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They had a warm hollow in the sandh
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"What is she, after all?" he said t
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short holiday?" "I don't know. Love
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were separate. Where he wanted to g
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"You begin to value Baxter now you'
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with chagrin. "It's something; and
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"Good-evening!" Morel answered, not
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Dawes's struggles suddenly renewed
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He felt he could not bear it. His m
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their teeth, the young men swung th
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"Pains?" "Yes; but not more than I'
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"Mrs. Morel never told Dr. Jameson
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"Of course," said Mrs. Morel. Paul
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the charge of Minnie. Walter Morel
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"Well, I'll write plain." It was no
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"No; it would be silly. And take ca
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"Has he?" she answered wearily. The
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"but it's nice to be in my own home
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in a naked extremity of hate, and i
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He lay staring across at the wall o
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more information. She went about sh
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him tired. He was not sorry when he
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It all seemed unreal, he could not
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as if paralysed, unable to go any f
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"There are different ways of dying.
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"It's not been much of a week-end,"
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only that place to come to. He was
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she kissed him and kissed him. He s
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"Go and sit with her while we have
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"What are you doing?" said Annie. "
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"Ay," said the mother--"try." They
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He nodded. They sat down again help
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He drew up the blind and got dresse
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There was a good deal to do, letter
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They would not let anybody come to
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Down below she saw a dark corner of
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But Dawes, with rather shaky hand,
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"And I don't see," said Paul, "why
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The three stood at a loss. She kept
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"Why don't I?" She looked again out
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to her; he dared not give it her. S
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to him. He let go the curtain, turn
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He was most himself when he was alo
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Then, quite mechanically and more d
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"I mustn't," he said; and, turning
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ing you back." "Very well," she rep
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"I say--that sounds all right for y
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"And you have broken off with Clara
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She was aware of his dark-clothed,
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"I'll come along with you," he answ
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