![]() “There was the halt, the wistfulness about the ensuing year, which is like autumn in a man’s life. Morel doesn’t even trouble to clean up for his wife on later occasions. Morel saw him slink quickly through the inner doorway, holding his bundle, she laughed to herself: but her heart was bitter, because she had loved him.”Īnd now, with a child, no - wait - children, it’s not likely to improve. ![]() It wasn’t always that way, but now it feels as though it’s always been so. The fact is, married life hasn’t been happy for the Morels. Morel taking household work on himself isn’t something he does without a grudge, not even on that single day. Morel isn’t much of a reader anyway. The only reason she had time abed that day is that she was about to give birth.Īnd Mr. Morel might seem a perfect mate for a bookish woman. “Now I’m cleaned up for thee: tha’s no ‘casions ter stir a peg all day, but sit and read thy books.”īut, to begin with, he’s quite a drinker, though perhaps working in the mines all day is only tolerable if you’ve drunk away most of your salary. ![]()
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