'
Gudrun stood for a moment astounded by the thunder-storm that had
sprung into being in her grip. Then her colour came up, a heavy rage
came over her like a cloud. She stood shaken as a house in a storm, and
utterly overcome. Her heart was arrested with fury at the mindlessness
and the bestial stupidity of this struggle, her wrists were badly
scored by the claws of the beast, a heavy cruelty welled up in her.
Gerald came round as she was trying to capture the flying rabbit under
her arm. He saw, with subtle recognition, her sullen passion of
cruelty.
'You should let one of the men do that for you,' he said hurrying up.
'Oh, he's SO horrid!' cried Winifred, almost frantic.
He held out his nervous, sinewy hand and took the rabbit by the ears,
from Gudrun.
'It's most FEARFULLY strong,' she cried, in a high voice, like the
crying a seagull, strange and vindictive.
The rabbit made itself into a ball in the air, and lashed out, flinging
itself into a bow. It really seemed demoniacal.
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