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Sons and Lovers

CHAPTER IX
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A dead flower isn't a corpse of a flower." Clara now ignored him.
"And even so--what right have you to pull them ?" she asked.
"Because I like them, and want them--and there's plenty of them." "And that is sufficient ?" "Yes.

Why not?
I'm sure they'd smell nice in your room in Nottingham." "And I should have the pleasure of watching them die." "But then--it does not matter if they do die." Whereupon he left her, and went stooping over the clumps of tangled flowers which thickly sprinkled the field like pale, luminous foam-clots.

Miriam had come close.

Clara was kneeling, breathing some scent from the cowslips.
"I think," said Miriam, "if you treat them with reverence you don't do them any harm.

It is the spirit you pluck them in that matters." "Yes," he said.


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