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She knew them, they were finished, sealed and stamped and finished with, for her. There was none that had anything unknown, unresolved, until the Criches themselves began to appear. Then her interest was piqued. Here was something not quite so preconcluded. There came the mother, Mrs Crich, with her eldest son Gerald.

'All men are equal in spirit, they are all sons of God. Whence then this obvious DISQUALITY? It was a religious creed pushed to its material conclusion. Thomas Crich at least had no answer. He could but admit, according to his sincere tenets, that the disquality was wrong. But he could not give up his goods, which were the stuff of disquality. So the men would fight for their rights.

'Yes, said Ursula vaguely. She was always forced to assent to Gudrun's pronouncements, even when she was not in accord altogether. The sisters sat silent, waiting for the wedding party to come out. Gudrun was impatient of talk. She wanted to think about Gerald Crich. She wanted to see if the strong feeling she had got from him was real. She wanted to have herself ready.

From Nuttall, high up on the sandstone among the woods, the railway ran, past the ruined priory of the Carthusians and past Robin Hood's Well, down to Spinney Park, then on to Minton, a large mine among corn-fields; from Minton across the farmlands of the valleyside to Bunker's Hill, branching off there, and running north to Beggarlee and Selby, that looks over at Crich and the hills of Derbyshire: six mines like black studs on the countryside, linked by a loop of fine chain, the railway.

'This hard plaited matting what a lovely colour it is, the colour of cool light! And it seemed to her perfect. 'Ursula, she said at length, in a voice of question and detachment, 'did you know that Gerald Crich had suggested our going away all together at Christmas? 'Yes, he's spoken to Rupert. A deep flush dyed Gudrun's cheek.

He felt at once the antagonism in the atmosphere, something radical and insuperable, and he bit his lip. But he affected a bluff manner. 'Hello, Hermione, are you back again? How do you feel? 'Oh, better. And how are you you don't look well 'Oh! I believe Gudrun and Winnie Crich are coming in to tea. At least they said they were. We shall be a tea-party. What train did you come by, Ursula?

'I don't agree, Rupert, said Hermione. 'All right, said Birkin. 'I'm all for the old national hat, laughed Gerald. 'And a fool you look in it, cried Diana, his pert sister who was just in her teens. 'Oh, we're quite out of our depths with these old hats, cried Laura Crich. 'Dry up now, Gerald. We're going to drink toasts. Let us drink toasts. Toasts glasses, glasses now then, toasts! Speech!

And she would stand watching with an eye like the eagle's, whilst the groom in clumsy confusion drove the lugubrious persons down the drive, as if they were rusty fowls, scuttling before him. But they learned to know, from the lodge-keeper, when Mrs Crich was away, and they timed their visits. How many times, in the first years, would Crowther knock softly at the door: 'Person to see you, sir.

'Then we shan't have names any more we shall be like the Germans, nothing but Herr Obermeister and Herr Untermeister. I can imagine it "I am Mrs Colliery-Manager Crich I am Mrs Member-of-Parliament Roddice. I am Miss Art-Teacher Brangwen." Very pretty that. 'Things would work very much better, Miss Art-Teacher Brangwen, said Gerald. 'What things, Mr Colliery-Manager Crich?

The joy went out of their lives, the hope seemed to perish as they became more and more mechanised. And yet they accepted the new conditions. They even got a further satisfaction out of them. At first they hated Gerald Crich, they swore to do something to him, to murder him. But as time went on, they accepted everything with some fatal satisfaction.

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