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_Transcriber’s note: a few brief passages found in other editions, but
not in this edition, have been noted as_ [censored material] _as having
been probably elided by this publisher by reason of content_.
The Rainbow
by D. H. Lawrence
THE
MODERN LIBRARY
NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY D. H. LAWRENCE
_Random House_ is the publisher of
THE MODERN LIBRARY
BENNETT A. CERF ▪ DONALD S. KLOPFER ▪ ROBERT K. HAAS
Manufactured in the United States of America
Printed by Parkway Printing Company Bound by H. Wolff
TO ELSE
Contents
Chapter I. How Tom Brangwen Married a Polish Lady
Chapter II. They Live at the Marsh
Chapter III. Childhood of Anna Lensky
Chapter IV. Girlhood of Anna Brangwen
Chapter V. Wedding at the Marsh
Chapter VI. Anna Victrix
Chapter VII. The Cathedral
Chapter VIII. The Child
Chapter IX. The Marsh and the Flood
Chapter X. The Widening Circle
Chapter XI. First Love
Chapter XII. Shame
Chapter XIII. The Man’s World
Chapter XIV. The Widening Circle
Chapter XV. The Bitterness of Ecstasy
Chapter XVI. The Rainbow
Chapter I.
HOW TOM BRANGWEN MARRIED A POLISH LADY
I
The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the
meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees,
separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire. Two miles away, a
church-tower stood on a hill, the houses of the little country town
climbing assiduously up to it. Whenever one of the Brangwens in the
fields lifted his head from his work, he saw the church-tower at
Ilkeston in the empty sky. So that as he turned again to the horizontal
land, he was aware of something standing above him and beyond him in
the distance.
There was a look in the eyes of the Brangwens as if they were expecting
something unknown, about which they were eager. They had that air of
readiness for what would come to them, a kind of surety, an expectancy,
the look of an inheritor.
They were fresh, blond, slow-speaking people, revealing themselves
plainly, but slowly, so that one could watch the change in their eyes
from laughter to anger, blue, lit-up laughter, to a hard blue-staring
anger; through all the irresolute stages of the sky when the weather is
changing.
Living on rich land, on their own land, near to a growing town, they
had forgotten what it was to be in straitened circumstances. They had
never become rich, because there were always children, and the
patrimony was divided every time. But always, at the Marsh, there was
ample.
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