'
'Yes,' said Hermione, reassured like a child, 'it should, shouldn't it?
And Rupert--' she lifted her face to the sky, in a muse--'he CAN only
tear things to pieces. He really IS like a boy who must pull everything
to pieces to see how it is made. And I can't think it is right--it does
seem so irreverent, as you say.'
'Like tearing open a bud to see what the flower will be like,' said
Ursula.
'Yes. And that kills everything, doesn't it? It doesn't allow any
possibility of flowering.'
'Of course not,' said Ursula. 'It is purely destructive.'
'It is, isn't it!'
Hermione looked long and slow at Ursula, seeming to accept confirmation
from her. Then the two women were silent. As soon as they were in
accord, they began mutually to mistrust each other. In spite of
herself, Ursula felt herself recoiling from Hermione. It was all she
could do to restrain her revulsion.
They returned to the men, like two conspirators who have withdrawn to
come to an agreement. Birkin looked up at them.
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