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His feet were wet and cold, heavy with clay. But he went on persistently, like a wind, straight forward, as if to his fate. There were great gaps in his consciousness. He was conscious that he was at Winthorpe hamlet, but quite unconscious how he had got there. And then, as in a dream, he was in the long street of Beldover, with its street-lamps.
A dangerous resolve formed in his heart, like a fixed idea. There was Gudrun she would be safe in her home. But he could get at her he would get at her. He would not go back tonight till he had come to her, if it cost him his life. He staked his all on this throw. He set off walking straight across the fields towards Beldover. It was so dark, nobody could ever see him.
Now he had a vision of power. So many wagons, bearing his initial, running all over the country. He saw them as he entered London in the train, he saw them at Dover. So far his power ramified. He looked at Beldover, at Selby, at Whatmore, at Lethley Bank, the great colliery villages which depended entirely on his mines.
He hated remorselessly the circumstances of his own life, so much that he never really saw Beldover and the colliery valley. He turned his face entirely away from the blackened mining region that stretched away on the right hand of Shortlands, he turned entirely to the country and the woods beyond Willey Water.
'Your sister has come home? she said. 'Yes, said Ursula. 'And does she like being back in Beldover? 'No, said Ursula. 'No, I wonder she can bear it. It takes all my strength, to bear the ugliness of this district, when I stay here. Won't you come and see me? Won't you come with your sister to stay at Breadalby for a few days? do 'Thank you very much, said Ursula.
Far across shone the little yellow lights of Beldover, many of them, spread in a thick patch on another dark hill. But he and she were walking in perfect, isolated darkness, outside the world. 'But how much do you care for me! came her voice, almost querulous. 'You see, I don't know, I don't understand! 'How much! His voice rang with a painful elation.
They must marry at once, and so make a definite pledge, enter into a definite communion. He must set out at once and ask her, this moment. There was no moment to spare. He drifted on swiftly to Beldover, half-unconscious of his own movement.
They were soft, blind kisses, perfect in their stillness. Yet she held back from them. It was like strange moths, very soft and silent, settling on her from the darkness of her soul. She was uneasy. She drew away. 'Isn't somebody coming? she said. So they looked down the dark road, then set off again walking towards Beldover.
'Yes, Miss Brangwen, she said, in her slightly whining, insinuating voice, 'and how do you like being back in the old place, then? Gudrun, whom she addressed, hated her at once. 'I don't care for it, she replied abruptly. 'You don't? Ay, well, I suppose you found a difference from London. You like life, and big, grand places. Some of us has to be content with Willey Green and Beldover.
But the stranger hardly heeded, though his eyes looked curiously from one to the other, slow, shrewd, clairvoyant. "Were you on your way home?" asked Robert, huffy. The stranger lifted his head and looked at him. "Home!" he repeated. "No. The other road " He indicated the direction with his head, and smiled faintly. "Beldover?" inquired Robert. "Yes."
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