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The Old Adam
The Old Adam
The Old Adam
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The Old Adam was written in the year 1934 by David Herbert Lawrence. This book is one of the most popular novels of David Herbert Lawrence, and has been translated into several other languages around the world.

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LanguageEnglish
PublisherBooklassic
Release dateJul 7, 2015
ISBN9789635220090
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D. H. Lawrence

David Herbert Lawrence was born on 11th September 1881 in Eastwood, a small mining village in Nottinghamshire, in the English Midlands. Despite ill health as a child and a comparatively disadvantageous position in society, he became a teacher in 1908, and took up a post in a school in Croydon, south of London. His first novel, The White Peacock, was published in 1911, and from then until his death he wrote feverishly, producing poetry, novels, essays, plays travel books and short stories, while travelling around the world, settling for periods in Italy, New Mexico and Mexico. He married Frieda Weekley in 1914 and died of tuberculosis in 1930.

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    The Old Adam - D. H. Lawrence

    The Old Adam

    David Herbert Lawrence

    Booklassic

    2015

    ISBN 978-963-522-009-0

    The maid who opened the door was just developing into a handsome womanhood. Therefore she seemed to have the insolent pride of one newly come to an inheritance. She would be a splendid woman to look at, having just enough of Jewish blood to enrich her comeliness into beauty. At nineteen her fine grey eyes looked challenge, and her warm complexion, her black hair looped up slack, enforced the sensuous folding of her mouth.

    She wore no cap nor apron, but a well-looking sleeved overall such as even very ladies don.

    The man she opened to was tall and thin, but graceful in his energy. He wore white flannels, carried a tennis-racket. With a light bow to the maid he stepped beside her on the threshold. He was one of those who attract by their movement, whose movement is watched unconsciously, as we watch the flight of a sea-bird waving its wing leisurely. Instead of entering the house, the young man stood beside the maid-servant and looked back into the blackish evening. When in repose, he had the diffident, ironic bearing so remarkable in the educated youth of to-day, the very reverse of that traditional aggressiveness of youth.

    It is going to thunder, Kate, he said.

    Yes, I think it is, she replied, on an even footing.

    The young man stood a moment looking at the trees across the road, and on the oppressive twilight.

    Look, he said, there's not a trace of colour in the atmosphere, though it's sunset; all a dark, lustrous grey; and those oaks kindle green like a low fire—see!

    Yes, said Kate, rather awkwardly.

    "A troublesome sort of evening; must be, because it's

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