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Gerald was on the point of knocking-in Halliday's face; when he was filled with sudden disgust and indifference, and he went away, leaving Halliday in a foolish state of gloating triumph, the Pussum hard and established, and Maxim standing clear. Birkin was absent, he had gone out of town again. Gerald was piqued because he had left without giving the Pussum money.
Her contrariness prevents her taking it seriously she must never be too serious, she feels she might give herself away. And she won't give herself away she's always on the defensive. That's what I can't stand about her type. By the way, how did things go off with Pussum after I left you? I haven't heard anything. 'Oh, rather disgusting.
"And in the great retrogression, the reducing back of the created body of life, we get knowledge, and beyond knowledge, the phosphorescent ecstasy of acute sensation." Oh, I do think these phrases are too absurdly wonderful. Oh but don't you think they ARE they're nearly as good as Jesus. "And if, Julius, you want this ecstasy of reduction with the Pussum, you must go on till it is fulfilled.
He saw vividly with his spirit the grey, forward-stretching face of the negro woman, African and tense, abstracted in utter physical stress. It was a terrible face, void, peaked, abstracted almost into meaninglessness by the weight of sensation beneath. He saw the Pussum in it. As in a dream, he knew her. 'Why is it art? Gerald asked, shocked, resentful.
'You're silent tonight, Wupert, she said to him, with a slight insolence, being safe with the other man. Halliday was coming back, looking forlorn and sick. 'Pussum, he said, 'I wish you wouldn't do these things Oh! He sank in his chair with a groan. 'You'd better go home, she said to him. 'I WILL go home, he said. 'But won't you all come along.
Gerald watched them with the steady twinkle in his eyes. They were urging the Pussum to something. She at last rose. She was wearing a curious dress of dark silk splashed and spattered with different colours, a curious motley effect. She was thinner, her eyes were perhaps hotter, more disintegrated. Otherwise she was just the same.
The old crowd was there, Carlyon in his corner with his pupils and his girl, Halliday and Libidnikov and the Pussum they were all there. Gudrun watched Gerald. She watched his eyes linger a moment on Halliday, on Halliday's party. These last were on the look-out they nodded to him, he nodded again. They giggled and whispered among themselves.
Every one of his limbs was turgid with electric force, and his back was tense like a tiger's, with slumbering fire. He was very proud. The Pussum rose. She gave a black look at Halliday, black and deadly, which brought the rather foolishly pleased smile to that young man's face. Then she went out of the room, with a cold good-night to them all generally.
'Then why have you come back at ALL? cried Halliday, his voice rising to a kind of squeal. 'She comes as she likes, said Birkin. 'Are you going to sit down, or are you not? 'No, I won't sit down with Pussum, cried Halliday. 'I won't hurt you, you needn't be afraid, she said to him, very curtly, and yet with a sort of protectiveness towards him, in her voice.
Halliday wore tweeds and a green flannel shirt, and a rag of a tie, which was just right for him. The Hindu brought in a great deal of soft toast, and looked exactly the same as he had looked the night before, statically the same. At the end of the breakfast the Pussum appeared, in a purple silk wrap with a shimmering sash. She had recovered herself somewhat, but was mute and lifeless still.
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