Get lines for the
dragging,' came the decisive, instrumental voice, that was full of the
sound of the world.
The launch began gradually to beat the waters.
'Gerald! Gerald!' came the wild crying voice of Winifred. He did not
answer. Slowly the launch drifted round in a pathetic, clumsy circle,
and slunk away to the land, retreating into the dimness. The wash of
her paddles grew duller. Gudrun rocked in her light boat, and dipped
the paddle automatically to steady herself.
'Gudrun?' called Ursula's voice.
'Ursula!'
The boats of the two sisters pulled together.
'Where is Gerald?' said Gudrun.
'He's dived again,' said Ursula plaintively. 'And I know he ought not,
with his hurt hand and everything.'
'I'll take him in home this time,' said Birkin.
The boats swayed again from the wash of steamer. Gudrun and Ursula kept
a look-out for Gerald.
'There he is!' cried Ursula, who had the sharpest eyes. He had not been
long under. Birkin pulled towards him, Gudrun following.
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