"D. H. Lawrence - Sons And Lovers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lawrence D. H)

haughty man, proud of his fair skin and blue eyes, but more proud
still of his integrity. Gertrude resembled her mother in her small
build. But her temper, proud and unyielding, she had from the Coppards.

George Coppard was bitterly galled by his own poverty.
He became foreman of the engineers in the dockyard at Sheerness.
Mrs. Morel--Gertrude--was the second daughter. She favoured her mother,
loved her mother best of all; but she had the Coppards' clear,
defiant blue eyes and their broad brow. She remembered to have
hated her father's overbearing manner towards her gentle, humorous,
kindly-souled mother. She remembered running over the breakwater
at Sheerness and finding the boat. She remembered to have been
petted and flattered by all the men when she had gone to the dockyard,
for she was a delicate, rather proud child. She remembered the funny
old mistress, whose assistant she had become, whom she had loved to help
in the private school. And she still had the Bible that John Field
had given her. She used to walk home from chapel with John Field
when she was nineteen. He was the son of a well-to-do tradesman,
had been to college in London, and was to devote himself to business.

She could always recall in detail a September Sunday afternoon,
when they had sat under the vine at the back of her father's house.
The sun came through the chinks of the vine-leaves and made
beautiful patterns, like a lace scarf, falling on her and on him.
Some of the leaves were clean yellow, like yellow flat flowers.

"Now sit still," he had cried. "Now your hair, I don't know
what it IS like! It's as bright as copper and gold, as red as
burnt copper, and it has gold threads where the sun shines on it.
Fancy their saying it's brown. Your mother calls it mouse-colour."

She had met his brilliant eyes, but her clear face scarcely
showed the elation which rose within her.

"But you say you don't like business," she pursued.

"I don't. I hate it!" he cried hotly.

"And you would like to go into the ministry," she half implored.

"I should. I should love it, if I thought I could make
a first-rate preacher."

"Then why don't you--why DON'T you?" Her voice rang with defiance.
"If I were a man, nothing would stop me."

She held her head erect. He was rather timid before her.

"But my father's so stiff-necked. He means to put me into
the business, and I know he'll do it."