Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 23 Page 32

She was restless.

‘Shall we go?’ she said.

‘Yes,’ he answered. And they mounted to the car once more, and left behind them this memorable battle-field.

They drifted through the wild, late afternoon, in a beautiful motion that was smiling and transcendent. His mind was sweetly at ease, the life flowed through him as from some new fountain, he was as if born out of the cramp of a womb.

‘Are you happy?’ she asked him, in her strange, delighted way.

‘Yes,’ he said.

‘So am I,’ she cried in sudden ecstacy, putting her arm round him and clutching him violently against her, as he steered the motor-car.