Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 23 Page 5

‘Isn’t it rather dangerous, the way you drive?’ she asked him.

‘No, it isn’t dangerous,’ he said. And then, after a pause: ‘Don’t you like the yellow ring at all?’

It was a squarish topaz set in a frame of steel, or some other similar mineral, finely wrought.

‘Yes,’ she said, ‘I do like it. But why did you buy these rings?’

‘I wanted them. They are second-hand.’

‘You bought them for yourself?’

‘No. Rings look wrong on my hands.’

‘Why did you buy them then?’

‘I bought them to give to you.’