But to go trapseing up there miles and miles in the mud, coming home at midnight, and got to go to Nottingham in the morning--" "If I hadn't, you'd be just the same." "Yes, I should, because there's no sense in it.

Is she so fascinating that you must follow her all that way ?" Mrs.Morel was bitterly sarcastic.

She sat still, with averted face, stroking with a rhythmic, jerked movement, the black sateen of her apron.

It was a movement that hurt Paul to see.
"I do like her," he said, "but--" "LIKE her!" said Mrs.Morel, in the same biting tones.

"It seems to me you like nothing and nobody else.