' But her heart was cold,
because of his sharp impersonal face. It was as if he belonged
naturally to dread and catastrophe, as if he were himself again.
Then there came a child's voice, a girl's high, piercing shriek:
'Di--Di--Di--Di--Oh Di--Oh Di--Oh Di!'
The blood ran cold in Gudrun's veins.
'It's Diana, is it,' muttered Gerald. 'The young monkey, she'd have to
be up to some of her tricks.'
And he glanced again at the paddle, the boat was not going quickly
enough for him. It made Gudrun almost helpless at the rowing, this
nervous stress. She kept up with all her might. Still the voices were
calling and answering.
'Where, where? There you are--that's it. Which? No--No-o-o. Damn it
all, here, HERE--' Boats were hurrying from all directions to the
scene, coloured lanterns could be seen waving close to the surface of
the lake, reflections swaying after them in uneven haste. The steamer
hooted again, for some unknown reason. Gudrun's boat was travelling
quickly, the lanterns were swinging behind Gerald.
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