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Even Gudrun was a separate unit, separate, separate, having nothing to do with this self, this Ursula, in her new world of reality. That old shadow-world, the actuality of the past ah, let it go! She rose free on the wings of her new condition. Gudrun and Gerald had not come in.
But as strong as the pressure of his compulsion was the repulsion of her utter terror, throwing her back away from the railway, so that she spun round and round, on two legs, as if she were in the centre of some whirlwind. It made Gudrun faint with poignant dizziness, which seemed to penetrate to her heart. 'No ! No ! Let her go!
But the perfect silence was most terrifying, isolating the soul, surrounding the heart with frozen air. 'It's a marvellous place, for all that, said Gudrun, looking into his eyes with a strange, meaning look. His soul leapt. 'Good, he said. A fierce electric energy seemed to flow over all his limbs, his muscles were surcharged, his hands felt hard with strength.
Gudrun was unaware of what he was feeling, he seemed so quiet and amiable, as usual. His amiability even made her feel brutal towards him. She went into his room when he was partially undressed. She did not notice the curious, glad gleam of pure hatred, with which he looked at her. She stood near the door, with her hand behind her.
Sigurd of yore, Sought the dwelling of Giuki, As he fared, the young Volsung, After fight won; Troth he took From the two brethren; Oath swore they betwixt them, Those bold ones of deed. A may they gave to him And wealth manifold, Gudrun the young, Giuki's daughter: They drank and gave doom Many days together, Sigurd the young, And the sons of Giuki.
The first part of "Gudrun" is evidently so; and we find, as well in many of the older poems of chivalry, as "Charles and Elegast," "Floris and Blanchefloer," as in the national epos, intrinsic proofs that the unknown authors were from the regions of the Lower Rhine.
And she held out her hand impatiently for the wet book, to have done with the scene. Gerald gave it to her. He was not quite himself. 'I'm so dreadfully sorry, repeated Hermione, till both Gerald and Gudrun were exasperated. 'Is there nothing that can be done? 'In what way? asked Gudrun, with cool irony. 'Can't we save the drawings?
The sense of talk, buzzing, jarring, half-secret, the endless mining and political wrangling, vibrated in the air like discordant machinery. And it was their voices which affected Gudrun almost to swooning. They aroused a strange, nostalgic ache of desire, something almost demoniacal, never to be fulfilled.
Bolli and Gudrun rode to Tongue at the advice of Osvif; they thought it a very handy chance to be able to secure this land so near to themselves, and Osvif bade them not to let a small matter stand in the way of a covenant. But the buying was not done in the presence of witnesses, for there were not so many men there at the time as were lawfully necessary. Bolli and Gudrun rode home after that.
'Oh, everything oneself things in general. There was a pause, whilst each sister vaguely considered her fate. 'It does frighten one, said Ursula, and again there was a pause. 'But do you hope to get anywhere by just marrying? 'It seems to be the inevitable next step, said Gudrun. Ursula pondered this, with a little bitterness.
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