Halliday came and sat at the table, putting his hand on his heart, and
crying:
'Oh, it's given me such a turn! Pussum, I wish you wouldn't do these
things. Why did you come back?'
'Not for anything from you,' she repeated.
'You've said that before,' he cried in a high voice.
She turned completely away from him, to Gerald Crich, whose eyes were
shining with a subtle amusement.
'Were you ever vewy much afwaid of the savages?' she asked in her calm,
dull childish voice.
'No--never very much afraid. On the whole they're harmless--they're not
born yet, you can't feel really afraid of them. You know you can manage
them.'
'Do you weally? Aren't they very fierce?'
'Not very. There aren't many fierce things, as a matter of fact. There
aren't many things, neither people nor animals, that have it in them to
be really dangerous.'
'Except in herds,' interrupted Birkin.
'Aren't there really?' she said. 'Oh, I thought savages were all so
dangerous, they'd have your life before you could look round.
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