'Go home you and look to
yourself. See that he's looked after, Rupert,' he added in a neutral
voice.
'Well father, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm afraid it's my fault. But it
can't be helped; I've done what I could for the moment. I could go on
diving, of course--not much, though--and not much use--'
He moved away barefoot, on the planks of the platform. Then he trod on
something sharp.
'Of course, you've got no shoes on,' said Birkin.
'His shoes are here!' cried Gudrun from below. She was making fast her
boat.
Gerald waited for them to be brought to him. Gudrun came with them. He
pulled them on his feet.
'If you once die,' he said, 'then when it's over, it's finished. Why
come to life again? There's room under that water there for thousands.'
'Two is enough,' she said murmuring.
He dragged on his second shoe. He was shivering violently, and his jaw
shook as he spoke.
'That's true,' he said, 'maybe. But it's curious how much room there
seems, a whole universe under there; and as cold as hell, you're as
helpless as if your head was cut off.
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