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They both watched Gudrun go along the landing by the railing upstairs. 'Ein schones Frauenzimmer, said the Professor. 'Ja! asserted Loerke, shortly. Gerald walked with his queer, long wolf-steps across the bedroom to the window, stooped and looked out, then rose again, and turned to Gudrun, his eyes sharp with an abstract smile.
'No, we've come today! cried Ursula. 'Isn't it lovely here! 'Adorable! said Gudrun. 'Gerald's just gone out to get something. Ursula, aren't you FEARFULLY tired? 'No, not so very. But I look a filthy sight, don't I! 'No, you don't. You look almost perfectly fresh.
In the valley below, behind, in the great bed of snow, were two small figures: Gudrun dropped on her knees, like one executed, and Loerke sitting propped up near her. That was all. Gerald stumbled on up the slope of snow, in the bluish darkness, always climbing, always unconsciously climbing, weary though he was.
Gudrun says, "I cannot take my heart from thoughts of him, for he was the first of all men." Grimhild says, "So it is shapen that thou must have this king and none else." Says Gudrun, "Give not this man to me, for an evil thing shall come upon thy kin from him, and to his own sons shall he deal evil, and be rewarded with a grim revenge thereafter."
Birkin was white, his eyes glowed as if he were in a fever, he was far too over-wrought. How Ursula suffered in this tense atmosphere of strained wills! Her head seemed bound round by iron bands. Birkin rang the bell for tea. They could not wait for Gudrun any longer. When the door was opened, the cat walked in. 'Micio! Micio! called Hermione, in her slow, deliberate sing-song.
Gudrun, almost angrily, took up her rubber and began to rub out part of her drawing. Ursula stitched absorbedly. 'You wouldn't consider a good offer? asked Gudrun. 'I think I've rejected several, said Ursula. 'REALLY! Gudrun flushed dark 'But anything really worth while? Have you REALLY? 'A thousand a year, and an awfully nice man. I liked him awfully, said Ursula. 'Really!
Gudrun now spoke to Bolli, and said she did not think he had told her the truth in all things about the coming back of Kjartan. Bolli said he had told the truth about it as best he knew it. Gudrun spoke little on this matter, but it could be easily seen that she was very displeased, and most people would have it that she still was pining for Kjartan, although she tried to hide it.
Then the lovely darkness fell again, the lanterns and the little threaded lights glimmered softly, there was a muffled knocking of oars and a waving of music. Gudrun paddled almost imperceptibly. Gerald could see, not far ahead, the rich blue and the rose globes of Ursula's lanterns swaying softly cheek to cheek as Birkin rowed, and iridescent, evanescent gleams chasing in the wake.
'Yes, he replied, quite colourlessly. 'I'm awf'lly sorry you aren't coming round to the flat. You aren't very faithful to your fwiends. 'Not very, he said. She nodded them both 'Good-night', and went back slowly to her own set. Gudrun watched her curious walk, stiff and jerking at the loins. They heard her level, toneless voice distinctly.
'What one does in one's art, that is the breath of one's being. What one does in one's life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about. It was curious what a sense of elation and freedom Gudrun found in this communication. She felt established for ever. Of course Gerald was BAGATELLE. Love was one of the temporal things in her life, except in so far as she was an artist.
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