I want them only
for reference.'
'But can't I give you a new book? I wish you'd let me do that. I feel
so truly sorry. I feel it was all my fault.'
'As far as I saw,' said Gudrun, 'it wasn't your fault at all. If there
was any FAULT, it was Mr Crich's. But the whole thing is ENTIRELY
trivial, and it really is ridiculous to take any notice of it.'
Gerald watched Gudrun closely, whilst she repulsed Hermione. There was
a body of cold power in her. He watched her with an insight that
amounted to clairvoyance. He saw her a dangerous, hostile spirit, that
could stand undiminished and unabated. It was so finished, and of such
perfect gesture, moreover.
'I'm awfully glad if it doesn't matter,' he said; 'if there's no real
harm done.'
She looked back at him, with her fine blue eyes, and signalled full
into his spirit, as she said, her voice ringing with intimacy almost
caressive now it was addressed to him:
'Of course, it doesn't matter in the LEAST.'
The bond was established between them, in that look, in her tone.
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