Table of Contents
PART ONE
Chapter 1 - The Early Married Life of the Morels
Chapter 2 - The Birth of Paul, and Another Battle
Chapter 3 - The Casting Off of Morel—the Taking On of William
Chapter 4 - The Young Life of Paul
Chapter 5 - Paul Launches into Life
Chapter 6 - Death in the Family
PART TWO
Chapter 7 - Lad-and-Girl Love
Chapter 8 - Strife in Love
Chapter 9 - Defeat of Miriam
Chapter 10 - Clara
Chapter 11 - The Test on Miriam
Chapter 12 - Passion
Chapter 13 - Baxter Dawes
Chapter 14 - The Release
Chapter 15 - Derelict
Paul would be built like his mother, slightly and rather small. His fair hair went reddish, and then dark brown; his eyes were grey. He was a pale, quiet child, with eyes that seemed to listen, and with a full, dropping underlip. (page 65)
She felt the accuracy with which he caught her, exactly at the right moment, and the exactly proportionate strength of his thrust, and she was afraid. Down to her bowels went the hot wave of fear. She was in his hands. Again, firm and inevitable came the thrust at the right moment. She gripped the rope, almost swooning. (page 168)
She saw him, slender and firm, as if the setting sun had given him to her. A deep pain took hold of her, and she knew she must love him. And she had discovered him, discovered in him a rare potentiality, discovered his loneliness. (page 184)
He had come back to his mother. Hers was the strongest tie in his life. When he thought round, Miriam shrank away. There was a vague, unreal feel about her. And nobody else mattered. There was one place in the world that stood solid and did not melt into unreality : the place where his mother was. Everybody else could grow shadowy, almost non-existent to him, but she could not. It was as if the pivot and pole of his life, from which he could not escape, was his mother. (page 245)
A good many of the nicest men he knew were like himself, bound in by their own virginity, which they could not break out of. They were so sensitive to their women that they would go without them for ever rather than do them a hurt, an injustice. Being the sons of mothers whose husbands had blundered rather brutally through their feminine sanctities, they were themselves too diffident and shy. They could easier deny themselves than incur any reproach from a woman; for a woman was like their mother, and they were full of the sense of their mother. (page 306)
She put her hands over him, on his hair, on his shoulders, to feel if the raindrops fell on him. She loved him dearly. He, as he lay with his face on the dead pine- leaves, felt extraordinarily quiet. He did not mind if the raindrops came on him: he would have lain and got wet through: he felt as if nothing mattered, as if his living were smeared away into the beyond, near and quite lovable. This strange, gentle reaching-out to death was new to him. (page 314)
“You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.” (page 453)
Introduction, Notes, and For Further Reading
Copyright © 2003 by Victoria Blake.
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