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'You see, said Birkin, 'part of you wants the Pussum, and nothing but the Pussum, part of you wants the mines, the business, and nothing but the business and there you are all in bits 'And part of me wants something else, said Gerald, in a queer, quiet, real voice. 'What? said Birkin, rather surprised. 'That's what I hoped you could tell me, said Gerald. There was a silence for some time.
'I don't know, said Gerald, after a pause, 'that he does insult the Pussum so very much. She strikes me as being rather foul. 'But I thought you liked her, exclaimed Birkin. 'I always felt fond of her. I never had anything to do with her, personally, that's true. 'I liked her all right, for a couple of days, said Gerald. 'But a week of her would have turned me over.
'He won't come over; he is otherwise engaged, it said. There was more laughter and lowered voices and mockery at the table. 'Is she a friend of yours? said Gudrun, looking calmly at Gerald. 'I've stayed at Halliday's flat with Birkin, he said, meeting her slow, calm eyes. And she knew that the Pussum was one of his mistresses and he knew she knew. She looked round, and called for the waiter.
But surely there is in you also, somewhere, the living desire for positive creation, relationships in ultimate faith, when all this process of active corruption, with all its flowers of mud, is transcended, and more or less finished " I do wonder what the flowers of mud are. Pussum, you are a flower of mud. 'Thank you and what are you? 'Oh, I'm another, surely, according to this letter!
'You've done with him altogether? But she turned aside her face sullenly, and did not answer the question. Another young man came hurrying up to the table. 'Hallo Birkin! Hallo PUSSUM, when did you come back? he said eagerly. 'Today. 'Does Halliday know? 'I don't know. I don't care either. 'Ha-ha! The wind still sits in that quarter, does it? Do you mind if I come over to this table?
The girl did not answer, only stared in the same viscous, heavy fashion, straight at him, as he stood recoiled, as if for safety, against the next table. 'You know you wanted her to come back come and sit down, said Birkin to him. 'No I didn't want her to come back, and I told her not to come back. What have you come for, Pussum? 'For nothing from YOU, she said in a heavy voice of resentment.
'Yes Flux of Corruption, said the Russian, 'I remember that phrase. 'Oh, he was always talking about Corruption, said the Pussum. 'He must be corrupt himself, to have it so much on his mind. 'Exactly! said the Russian. 'Do let me go on! Oh, this is a perfectly wonderful piece! But do listen to this.
Two little points of light glinted on Gerald's eyes. 'Why do they call you Pussum, because you're like a cat? he asked her. 'I expect so, she said. The smile grew more intense on his face. 'You are, rather; or a young, female panther. 'Oh God, Gerald! said Birkin, in some disgust. They both looked uneasily at Birkin.
'He's going to cat, Maxim, said the Pussum warningly. The suave young Russian rose and took Halliday by the arm, leading him away. Birkin, white and diminished, looked on as if he were displeased. The wounded, sardonic young man moved away, ignoring his bleeding hand in the most conspicuous fashion. 'He's an awful coward, really, said the Pussum to Gerald.
But already a certain friability was coming over the party, Birkin was mad with irritation, Halliday was turning in an insane hatred against Gerald, the Pussum was becoming hard and cold, like a flint knife, and Halliday was laying himself out to her. And her intention, ultimately, was to capture Halliday, to have complete power over him. In the morning they all stalked and lounged about again.
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