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Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

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"I shall be with you just the same."<br />

"We'll see, my boy, we'll see."<br />

"But you don't want me to marry?"<br />

"I shouldn't like to think of you going through your life<br />

without anybody to care for you <strong>and</strong> do--no."<br />

"And you think I ought to marry?"<br />

"Sooner or later every man ought."<br />

"But you'd rather it were later."<br />

"It would be hard--<strong>and</strong> very hard. It's as they say:<br />

"'A son's my son till he takes him a wife,<br />

But my daughter's my daughter the whole of her life.'"<br />

"And you think I'd let a wife take me from you?"<br />

"Well, you wouldn't ask her to marry your mother as well as you,"<br />

Mrs. Morel smiled.<br />

"She could do what she liked; she wouldn't have to interfere."<br />

"She wouldn't--till she'd got you--<strong>and</strong> then you'd see."<br />

"I never will see. I'll never marry while I've got you--I won't."<br />

"But I shouldn't like to leave you with nobody, my boy,"<br />

she cried.<br />

"You're not going to leave me. What are you? Fifty-three! I'll<br />

give you till seventy-five. There you are, I'm fat <strong>and</strong> forty-four.<br />

Then I'll marry a staid body. See!"<br />

His mother sat <strong>and</strong> laughed.<br />

"Go to bed," she said--"go to bed."<br />

"And we'll have a pretty house, you <strong>and</strong> me, <strong>and</strong> a servant,<br />

<strong>and</strong> it'll be just all right. I s'll perhaps be rich with my painting."<br />

"Will you go to bed!"<br />

"And then you s'll have a pony-carriage. See yourself--a little<br />

Queen Victoria trotting round."<br />

"I tell you to go to bed," she laughed.<br />

He kissed her <strong>and</strong> went. His plans for the future were always<br />

the same.<br />

Mrs. Morel sat brooding--about her daughter, about Paul,<br />

about Arthur. She fretted at losing Annie. The family was very<br />

closely bound. And she felt she MUST live now, to be with her<br />

children. Life was so rich for her. Paul wanted her, <strong>and</strong> so did Arthur.<br />

Arthur never knew how deeply he loved her. He was a creature<br />

of the moment. Never yet had he been forced to realise himself.<br />

The army had disciplined his body, but not his soul. He was in<br />

perfect health <strong>and</strong> very h<strong>and</strong>some. His dark, vigorous hair sat close<br />

to his smallish head. There was something childish about his nose,<br />

something almost girlish about his dark blue eyes. But he had the fun

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