The Trespasser by D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence
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'I wish you had told me before,' he said. 'I ought to have known....'
Vexed with himself, he put his arm round her, and they set off home. _Chapter 5_ They found the fire burning brightly in their room. The only other person in the pretty, stiffly-furnished cottage was their landlady, a charming old lady, who let this sitting-room more for the change, for the sake of having visitors, than for gain. Helena introduced Siegmund as 'My friend'. The old lady smiled upon him. He was big, and good-looking, and embarrassed. She had had a son years back.... And the two were lovers. She hoped they would come to her house for their honeymoon. Siegmund sat in his great horse-hair chair by the fire, while Helena attended to the lamp. Glancing at him over the glowing globe, she found him watching her with a small, peculiar smile of irony, and anger, and bewilderment. He was not quite himself. Her hand trembled so, she could scarcely adjust the wicks. Helena left the room to change her dress. 'I shall be back before Mrs Curtiss brings in the tray. There is the Nietzsche I brought--' |
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