Sons and Lovers eBook

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“Ah!” cried Miriam, when she saw it.

He remained perfectly still, staring at the immense and ruddy moon, the only thing in the far-reaching darkness of the level.  His heart beat heavily, the muscles of his arms contracted.

“What is it?” murmured Miriam, waiting for him.

He turned and looked at her.  She stood beside him, for ever in shadow.  Her face, covered with the darkness of her hat, was watching him unseen.  But she was brooding.  She was slightly afraid—­deeply moved and religious.  That was her best state.  He was impotent against it.  His blood was concentrated like a flame in his chest.  But he could not get across to her.  There were flashes in his blood.  But somehow she ignored them.  She was expecting some religious state in him.  Still yearning, she was half aware of his passion, and gazed at him, troubled.

“What is it?” she murmured again.

“It’s the moon,” he answered, frowning.

“Yes,” she assented.  “Isn’t it wonderful?” She was curious about him.  The crisis was past.

He did not know himself what was the matter.  He was naturally so young, and their intimacy was so abstract, he did not know he wanted to crush her on to his breast to ease the ache there.  He was afraid of her.  The fact that he might want her as a man wants a woman had in him been suppressed into a shame.  When she shrank in her convulsed, coiled torture from the thought of such a thing, he had winced to the depths of his soul.  And now this “purity” prevented even their first love-kiss.  It was as if she could scarcely stand the shock of physical love, even a passionate kiss, and then he was too shrinking and sensitive to give it.

As they walked along the dark fen-meadow he watched the moon and did not speak.  She plodded beside him.  He hated her, for she seemed in some way to make him despise himself.  Looking ahead—­he saw the one light in the darkness, the window of their lamp-lit cottage.

He loved to think of his mother, and the other jolly people.

“Well, everybody else has been in long ago!” said his mother as they entered.

“What does that matter!” he cried irritably.  “I can go a walk if I like, can’t I?”

“And I should have thought you could get in to supper with the rest,” said Mrs. Morel.

“I shall please myself,” he retorted.  “It’s not late.  I shall do as I like.”

“Very well,” said his mother cuttingly, “then do as you like.”  And she took no further notice of him that evening.  Which he pretended neither to notice nor to care about, but sat reading.  Miriam read also, obliterating herself.  Mrs. Morel hated her for making her son like this.  She watched Paul growing irritable, priggish, and melancholic.  For this she put the blame on Miriam.  Annie and all her friends joined against the girl.  Miriam had no friend of her own, only Paul.  But she did not suffer so much, because she despised the triviality of these other people.

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