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'Oh NO!' There was the sound of a car. 'There's Rupert!' cried the
child, and she ran to the gate.
Birkin, driving his car, pulled up outside the lodge gate.
'We're ready!' cried Winifred. 'I want to sit in front with you,
Rupert. May I?'
'I'm afraid you'll fidget about and fall out,' he said.
'No I won't. I do want to sit in front next to you. It makes my feet so
lovely and warm, from the engines.'
Birkin helped her up, amused at sending Gerald to sit by Gudrun in the
body of the car.
'Have you any news, Rupert?' Gerald called, as they rushed along the
lanes.
'News?' exclaimed Birkin.
'Yes,' Gerald looked at Gudrun, who sat by his side, and he said, his
eyes narrowly laughing, 'I want to know whether I ought to congratulate
him, but I can't get anything definite out of him.'
Gudrun flushed deeply.
'Congratulate him on what?' she asked.
'There was some mention of an engagement--at least, he said something
to me about it.'
Gudrun flushed darkly.
'You mean with Ursula?' she said, in challenge.
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