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The mother looked across at her eldest son, stared at him heavily for some time. 'Ay, she said, in an incomprehensible monosyllable, that sounded profoundly cynical. Birkin felt afraid, as if he dared not realise. And Mrs Crich moved away, forgetting him. But she returned on her traces. 'I should like him to have a friend, she said. 'He has never had a friend.
Beyond the village was the famous Crich Stand that Paul could see from the garden at home. The party pushed on. Great expanse of country spread around and below. The lads were eager to get to the top of the hill.
'And was SHE married? 'She was married. 'Have you parents, then? 'Yes, said Gudrun, 'we have parents. And she told him, briefly, laconically, her position. He watched her closely, curiously all the while. 'So! he exclaimed, with some surprise. 'And the Herr Crich, is he rich? 'Yes, he is rich, a coal owner. 'How long has your friendship with him lasted? 'Some months. There was a pause.
It all hung together, in the deepest sense. Just as he had decided this, one of the Crich daughters came up, saying: 'Won't you come and take your hat off, mother dear? We shall be sitting down to eat in a minute, and it's a formal occasion, darling, isn't it? She drew her arm through her mother's, and they went away. Birkin immediately went to talk to the nearest man.
Her voice was cold and angry. 'Yes, persisted Ursula. At that moment they heard a woman's voice a few yards off say loudly: 'Oh damn the thing! They went forward and saw Laura Crich and Hermione Roddice in the field on the other side of the hedge, and Laura Crich struggling with the gate, to get out. Ursula at once hurried up and helped to lift the gate.
He started, and called 'Come in. The timbre of his voice, like something vibrating at high pitch, unnerved Gudrun. A nurse in white entered, half hovering in the doorway like a shadow. She was very good-looking, but strangely enough, shy and self-mistrusting. 'The doctor would like to speak to you, Mr Crich, she said, in her low, discreet voice. 'The doctor! he said, starting up. 'Where is he?
But the meadow was bathed in a glory of sunshine, and the path was jewelled, and it was seldom that he gave her any sign. She held her fingers very still among the strings of the bag, his fingers touching; and the place was golden as a vision. At last they came into the straggling grey village of Crich, that lies high.
'And you, she cried in retort, 'why do you always take your soul in your mouth, so frightfully full? 'So that I can spit it out the more readily, he said, pleased by his own retort. Gerald Crich, his face narrowing to an intent gleam, followed up the hill with quick strides, straight after Gudrun.
There was a pause, then the gate-keeper shook his head, and replied: 'Yes, it's as nice a little mare as you could set eyes on beautiful little thing, beautiful. Now you couldn't see his father treat any animal like that not you. They're as different as they welly can be, Gerald Crich and his father two different men, different made. Then there was a pause.
Gerald stood near them in delight, whilst gangs of derisive miners strolled up and down the lanes, calling and jeering: 'Now then, three ha'porth o'coppers, let's see thee shoot thy gun. Insults were chalked on the walls and the fences, the servants left. And all this while Thomas Crich was breaking his heart, and giving away hundreds of pounds in charity.
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