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She began to quicken her pace, in a moment she would be gone like a dream, when the young grey lord sprang before her, and gave her a light handsome cuff. She subsided at once, submissively. 'She is a wild cat, said Birkin. 'She has come in from the woods. The eyes of the stray cat flared round for a moment, like great green fires staring at Birkin.
'There's long way to go, after the point of intrinsic death, before we disappear, said Birkin. 'There is, said Gerald. 'But what sort of way? He seemed to press the other man for knowledge which he himself knew far better than Birkin did. 'Right down the slopes of degeneration mystic, universal degeneration. There are many stages of pure degradation to go through: agelong.
She wanted an iced cocktail, of all things. This amused Gerald he wondered what was up. The Halliday party was tipsy, and malicious. They were talking out loudly about Birkin, ridiculing him on every point, particularly on his marriage. 'Oh, DON'T make me think of Birkin, Halliday was squealing. 'He makes me perfectly sick. He is as bad as Jesus. "Lord, WHAT must I do to be saved!"
Speech! Birkin, thinking about race or national death, watched his glass being filled with champagne. The bubbles broke at the rim, the man withdrew, and feeling a sudden thirst at the sight of the fresh wine, Birkin drank up his glass. A queer little tension in the room roused him. He felt a sharp constraint. 'Did I do it by accident, or on purpose? he asked himself.
'But how are you going to decide this for a nation? 'Heaven preserve me, laughed Birkin. 'Yes, but suppose you have to? Gerald persisted. 'Then it is the same. If the national crown-piece is an old hat, then the thieving gent may have it. 'But CAN the national or racial hat be an old hat? insisted Gerald. 'Pretty well bound to be, I believe, said Birkin. 'I'm not so sure, said Gerald.
The boats swayed again from the wash of steamer. Gudrun and Ursula kept a look-out for Gerald. 'There he is! cried Ursula, who had the sharpest eyes. He had not been long under. Birkin pulled towards him, Gudrun following. He swam slowly, and caught hold of the boat with his wounded hand. It slipped, and he sank back. 'Why don't you help him? cried Ursula sharply.
She and Gerald, being ready first, set off via London and Paris to Innsbruck, where they would meet Ursula and Birkin. In London they stayed one night. They went to the music-hall, and afterwards to the Pompadour Cafe. Gudrun hated the Cafe, yet she always went back to it, as did most of the artists of her acquaintance. She loathed its atmosphere of petty vice and petty jealousy and petty art.
'If you're coming back with her, I do, said Gerald. 'It is in some way irrevocable. 'Yes, I agree, said Birkin. 'No matter how one regards legal marriage, yet to enter into the married state, in one's own personal instance, is final-' 'I believe it is, said Birkin, 'somewhere. 'The question remains then, should one do it, said Gerald. Birkin watched him narrowly, with amused eyes.
'In sleep, you dream, in drink you curse, and in travel you yell at a porter. No, work and love are the two. When you're not at work you should be in love. 'Be it then, said Birkin. 'Give me the object, said Gerald. 'The possibilities of love exhaust themselves. 'Do they? And then what? 'Then you die, said Gerald. 'So you ought, said Birkin. 'I don't see it, replied Gerald.
'Do you know Italy well? Ursula asked of Hermione. Hermione hated to be broken in upon in this manner. Yet she answered mildly: 'Yes, pretty well. I spent several years of my girlhood there, with my mother. My mother died in Florence. 'Oh. There was a pause, painful to Ursula and to Birkin. Hermione however seemed abstracted and calm.
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