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He had her in his power, as if she were a palpitating bird, a fluttering, flushing, bewildered creature. And it made him smile, as she shrank convulsively between his hands, violently, when he must throw her into the air. At the end, she was so overcome with prostrate love for him, that she could scarcely speak sensibly at all. Birkin was dancing with Ursula.
'I don't know why one should have to justify oneself. 'No. The two men began to dress. 'I think also that you are beautiful, said Birkin to Gerald, 'and that is enjoyable too. One should enjoy what is given. 'You think I am beautiful how do you mean, physically? asked Gerald, his eyes glistening. 'Yes.
'All right then, go to sleep, said Gerald, and he laid his hand affectionately on the other man's shoulder, and went away. In the morning when Gerald awoke and heard Birkin move, he called out: 'I still think I ought to give the Pussum ten pounds. 'Oh God! said Birkin, 'don't be so matter-of-fact. Close the account in your own soul, if you like. It is there you can't close it.
Birkin refused to answer any more. Gudrun watched him still for a few seconds. Then she turned away. It was finished, her spell of divination in him. She felt already purely cynical. She looked at Gerald. He was wonderful like a piece of radium to her. She felt she could consume herself and know ALL, by means of this fatal, living metal. She smiled to herself at her fancy.
Only now and again, violent little shudders would come over her, out of her subconsciousness, and she knew it was the fact that she had stated her challenge to Birkin, and he had, consciously or unconsciously, accepted. It was a fight to the death between them or to new life: though in what the conflict lay, no one could say. The days went by, and she received no sign.
Birkin helped her up, amused at sending Gerald to sit by Gudrun in the body of the car. 'Have you any news, Rupert? Gerald called, as they rushed along the lanes. 'News? exclaimed Birkin. 'Yes, Gerald looked at Gudrun, who sat by his side, and he said, his eyes narrowly laughing, 'I want to know whether I ought to congratulate him, but I can't get anything definite out of him.
'I may be all right, but I'm sure you're not, mucking about here, said Birkin. And he went away. The bodies of the dead were not recovered till towards dawn. Diana had her arms tight round the neck of the young man, choking him. 'She killed him, said Gerald. The moon sloped down the sky and sank at last.
'There's Rupert! cried the child, and she ran to the gate. Birkin, driving his car, pulled up outside the lodge gate. 'We're ready! cried Winifred. 'I want to sit in front with you, Rupert. May I? 'I'm afraid you'll fidget about and fall out, he said. 'No I won't. I do want to sit in front next to you. It makes my feet so lovely and warm, from the engines.
But it looked defeated now, his body, it clambered and fell with slow clumsiness. He was breathing hoarsely too, like an animal that is suffering. He sat slack and motionless in the boat, his head blunt and blind like a seal's, his whole appearance inhuman, unknowing. Gudrun shuddered as she mechanically followed his boat. Birkin rowed without speaking to the landing-stage.
And he too was tortured with shame, and ultimate dislike, and with acute pity for her, because he did not want to meet her eyes, he did not want to receive her flare of recognition. The bride and bridegroom were married, the party went into the vestry. Hermione crowded involuntarily up against Birkin, to touch him. And he endured it.
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