Sons and Lovers [antikvár]

The Morels Mc . .T J-onday morning was a holiday, the day of the annual fair. Gertrude Morel's husband was a miner: he had gone out early and she did not think he would come home until late. The two children were excited. William, a boy of seven, could not wait till the fair began, and Annie, who was three, pulled at her mother's sleeve and begged to go. 'You shall go after dinner.' 'Can't I have my dinner now, mother?' cried William. 'You can wait five minutes.' They had nearly finished dinner when the first music of the fair began. 'It's begun,' he cried. He jumped down from his chair and ran out. 'You haven't got your twopence,' called Mrs Morel. William ran back for the money, and disappeared. Annie began to cry. 'I want to go too, I want to go to the fair.' 'You shall, you shall. When I'm ready.' Gertrude Morel was thirty-one years old, had been married for eight years, and was expecting a third child in two months. The Morels lived in Bestwood, a mining village ten miles im^