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He was lively and full of mischievous humour, as usual. But Ursula had thought he was sulky about something. His partner, too, the big, fair, good-looking youth, was ill at ease, going about as if he belonged to nowhere, and was kept in some sort of subjection, against which he was rebelling. Loerke had hardly talked to Gudrun.
'I have, he said, coldly. Then he looked at Gudrun. 'Have you done anything? he said. 'Nothing, she replied, 'nothing. She shrank in cold disgust from making any statement. 'Loerke says that Gerald came to you, when you were sitting on the sledge at the bottom of the Rudelbahn, that you had words, and Gerald walked away. What were the words about?
It had a piano, sofas and chairs, and a couple of tables with books and magazines. In its complete absence of decoration, save for the big, blue stove, it was cosy and pleasant. Herr Loerke was the little man with the boyish figure, and the round, full, sensitive-looking head, and the quick, full eyes, like a mouse's.
'What shall I say, then? asked Loerke, with soft, mocking insinuation. 'Sagen Sie nur nicht das, she muttered, her cheeks flushed crimson. 'Not that, at least. She saw, by the dawning look on Loerke's face, that he had understood. She was NOT Mrs Crich! So-o-, that explained a great deal. 'Soll ich Fraulein sagen? he asked, malevolently. 'I am not married, she said, with some hauteur.
'I don't worship Loerke, but at any rate, he is a free individual. He is not stiff with conceit of his own maleness. He is not grinding dutifully at the old mills. Oh God, when I think of Gerald, and his work those offices at Beldover, and the mines it makes my heart sick. What HAVE I to do with it and him thinking he can be a lover to a woman!
He begrudged his own isolation, was VERY chary of sharing his life, even for a day. 'The only other place I know is Paris, she said, 'and I can't stand that. She looked with her wide, steady eyes full at Loerke. He lowered his head and averted his face. 'Paris, no! he said.
He did not know how, with his full, submerged, watchful eyes, he could look into her and see her, what she was, see her secrets. He would only want her to be herself he knew her verily, with a subconscious, sinister knowledge, devoid of illusions and hopes. To Gudrun, there was in Loerke the rock-bottom of all life.
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.
He would have held them to Gerald, but Gerald so definitely did not want to be offered a biscuit, that Loerke, rather vaguely, put the box aside. Then he took up the small bottle, and held it to the light. 'Also there is some Schnapps, he said to himself.
'You are an epicure, said Gerald, with a slight sarcastic laugh. 'And what about men? asked Gudrun suddenly. 'Yes, they are good at all ages, replied Loerke. 'A man should be big and powerful whether he is old or young is of no account, so he has the size, something of massiveness and and stupid form. Ursula went out alone into the world of pure, new snow.
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