Gudrun was standing still and pointing, a mocking smile on her face,
towards the side.
'Ugh!' cried Ursula in sudden panic, starting to her feet.
'They're quite all right,' rang out Gudrun's sardonic voice.
On the left stood a little cluster of Highland cattle, vividly coloured
and fleecy in the evening light, their horns branching into the sky,
pushing forward their muzzles inquisitively, to know what it was all
about. Their eyes glittered through their tangle of hair, their naked
nostrils were full of shadow.
'Won't they do anything?' cried Ursula in fear.
Gudrun, who was usually frightened of cattle, now shook her head in a
queer, half-doubtful, half-sardonic motion, a faint smile round her
mouth.
'Don't they look charming, Ursula?' cried Gudrun, in a high, strident
voice, something like the scream of a seagull.
'Charming,' cried Ursula in trepidation. 'But won't they do anything to
us?'
Again Gudrun looked back at her sister with an enigmatic smile, and
shook her head.
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