'
'I see,' said Gerald, smiling, but somewhat annoyed. 'I must remember
another time.'
'They all think I'm an interfering female,' thought Ursula to herself,
as she went away. But she was in arms against them.
She ran home plunged in thought. She had been very much moved by
Hermione, she had really come into contact with her, so that there was
a sort of league between the two women. And yet she could not bear her.
But she put the thought away. 'She's really good,' she said to herself.
'She really wants what is right.' And she tried to feel at one with
Hermione, and to shut off from Birkin. She was strictly hostile to him.
But she was held to him by some bond, some deep principle. This at once
irritated her and saved her.
Only now and again, violent little shudders would come over her, out of
her subconsciousness, and she knew it was the fact that she had stated
her challenge to Birkin, and he had, consciously or unconsciously,
accepted. It was a fight to the death between them--or to new life:
though in what the conflict lay, no one could say.
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