And the same people had sat in the same places ever since he was a boy.

It was wonderfully sweet and soothing to sit there for an hour and a half, next to Miriam, and near to his mother, uniting his two loves under the spell of the place of worship.

Then he felt warm and happy and religious at once.

And after chapel he walked home with Miriam, whilst Mrs.Morel spent the rest of the evening with her old friend, Mrs.Burns.He was keenly alive on his walks on Sunday nights with Edgar and Miriam.

He never went past the pits at night, by the lighted lamp-house, the tall black headstocks and lines of trucks, past the fans spinning slowly like shadows, without the feeling of Miriam returning to him, keen and almost unbearable.
She did not very long occupy the Morels' pew.