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Her son-in-law moved uneasily away. 'And you don't like strangers? laughed Birkin. 'I myself can never see why one should take account of people, just because they happen to be in the room with one: why SHOULD I know they are there? 'Why indeed, why indeed! said Mrs Crich, in her low, tense voice. 'Except that they ARE there. I don't know people whom I find in the house.
Is every man's life subject to pure accident, is it only the race, the genus, the species, that has a universal reference? Or is this not true, is there no such thing as pure accident? Has EVERYTHING that happens a universal significance? Has it? Birkin, pondering as he stood there, had forgotten Mrs Crich, as she had forgotten him. He did not believe that there was any such thing as accident.
He enfolded her, and kissed her subtly, murmuring in a subtle voice of love, and irony, and submission: 'Yes, my love, yes, my love. Let love be enough then. I love you then I love you. I'm bored by the rest. 'Yes, she murmured, nestling very sweet and close to him. Every year Mr Crich gave a more or less public water-party on the lake.
She turned back to the old ways with zest, away from him. And Gudrun, after feeling every moment in all her veins conscious of Gerald Crich, connected even physically with him, was now almost indifferent to the thought of him. She was nursing new schemes for going away and trying a new form of life.
'I came to ask you about your father, she said, in her rapid, scarcely-audible voice. 'I didn't know you had company. 'No? Didn't Winifred tell you? Miss Brangwen stayed to dinner, to make us a little more lively Mrs Crich turned slowly round to Gudrun, and looked at her, but with unseeing eyes. 'I'm afraid it would be no treat to her. Then she turned again to her son.
When Mr Crich heard that Gudrun Brangwen might come to help Winifred with her drawing and modelling he saw a road to salvation for his child. He believed that Winifred had talent, he had seen Gudrun, he knew that she was an exceptional person. He could give Winifred into her hands as into the hands of a right being.
Halliday came and sat at the table, putting his hand on his heart, and crying: 'Oh, it's given me such a turn! Pussum, I wish you wouldn't do these things. Why did you come back? 'Not for anything from you, she repeated. 'You've said that before, he cried in a high voice. She turned completely away from him, to Gerald Crich, whose eyes were shining with a subtle amusement.
At once the atmosphere of the House of Commons made itself felt over the lawn: the Home Secretary had said such and such a thing, and he, Roddice, on the other hand, thought such and such a thing, and had said so-and-so to the PM. Now Hermione came round the bushes with Gerald Crich. He had come along with Alexander.
They will be in heaven, won't they and ESPECIALLY my darling Lady Crich! Mrs Marshall, I say! 'Yes, Miss Winifred? said the woman, appearing at the door. 'Oh do call this one Lady Winifred, if she turns out perfect, will you? Do tell Marshall to call it Lady Winifred. 'I'll tell him but I'm afraid that's a gentleman puppy, Miss Winifred. 'Oh NO! There was the sound of a car.
Sometimes, it seemed to Mrs Crich as if her husband were some subtle funeral bird, feeding on the miseries of the people. It seemed to her he was never satisfied unless there was some sordid tale being poured out to him, which he drank in with a sort of mournful, sympathetic satisfaction.
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