Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

And a certain heaviness, the heaviness of a very full ear of
corn that dips slightly in the wind, that there was about her,
made his brain spin. He seemed to be spinning down the street,
everything going round.
As they sat in the tramcar, she leaned her heavy shoulder
against him, and he took her hand. He felt himself coming round
from the anaesthetic, beginning to breathe. Her ear, half-hidden among
her blonde hair, was near to him. The temptation to kiss it was
almost too great. But there were other people on top of the car.
It still remained to him to kiss it. After all, he was not himself,
he was some attribute of hers, like the sunshine that fell on her.
He looked quickly away. It had been raining. The big bluff
of the Castle rock was streaked with rain, as it reared above
the flat of the town. They crossed the wide, black space of the
Midland Railway, and passed the cattle enclosure that stood out white.
Then they ran down sordid Wilford Road.
She rocked slightly to the tram's motion, and as she leaned
against him, rocked upon him. He was a vigorous, slender man,
with exhaustless energy. His face was rough, with rough-hewn features,
like the common people's; but his eyes under the deep brows were
so full of life that they fascinated her. They seemed to dance,
and yet they were still trembling on the finest balance of laughter.