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Sons and Lovers - Daimon Club

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She was very proud of her son. He went to the night school,<br />

<strong>and</strong> learned shorth<strong>and</strong>, so that by the time he was sixteen he was<br />

the best shorth<strong>and</strong> clerk <strong>and</strong> book-keeper on the place, except one.<br />

Then he taught in the night schools. But he was so fiery that only<br />

his good-nature <strong>and</strong> his size protected him.<br />

All the things that men do--the decent things--William did.<br />

He could run like the wind. When he was twelve he won a first<br />

prize in a race; an inkst<strong>and</strong> of glass, shaped like an anvil.<br />

It stood proudly on the dresser, <strong>and</strong> gave Mrs. Morel a keen pleasure.<br />

The boy only ran for her. He flew home with his anvil, breathless,<br />

with a "Look, mother!" That was the first real tribute to herself.<br />

She took it like a queen.<br />

"How pretty!" she exclaimed.<br />

Then he began to get ambitious. He gave all his money to<br />

his mother. When he earned fourteen shillings a week, she gave him<br />

back two for himself, <strong>and</strong>, as he never drank, he felt himself rich.<br />

He went about with the bourgeois of Bestwood. The townlet contained<br />

nothing higher than the clergyman. Then came the bank manager,<br />

then the doctors, then the tradespeople, <strong>and</strong> after that the hosts<br />

of colliers. Willam began to consort with the sons of the chemist,<br />

the schoolmaster, <strong>and</strong> the tradesmen. He played billiards in<br />

the Mechanics' Hall. Also he danced--this in spite of his mother.<br />

All the life that Bestwood offered he enjoyed, from the sixpenny-hops<br />

down Church Street, to sports <strong>and</strong> billiards.<br />

Paul was treated to dazzling descriptions of all kinds of<br />

flower-like ladies, most of whom lived like cut blooms in William's<br />

heart for a brief fortnight.<br />

Occasionally some flame would come in pursuit of her errant<br />

swain. Mrs. Morel would find a strange girl at the door,<br />

<strong>and</strong> immediately she sniffed the air.<br />

"Is Mr. Morel in?" the damsel would ask appealingly.<br />

"My husb<strong>and</strong> is at home," Mrs. Morel replied.<br />

"I--I mean YOUNG Mr. Morel," repeated the maiden painfully.<br />

"Which one? There are several."<br />

Whereupon much blushing <strong>and</strong> stammering from the fair one.<br />

"I--I met Mr. Morel--at Ripley," she explained.

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