'We bought a chair,' said Ursula, 'and we don't want it. Would you have
it? We should be glad if you would.'
The young couple looked round at her, not believing that she could be
addressing them.
'Would you care for it?' repeated Ursula. 'It's really VERY
pretty--but--but--' she smiled rather dazzlingly.
The young couple only stared at her, and looked significantly at each
other, to know what to do. And the man curiously obliterated himself,
as if he could make himself invisible, as a rat can.
'We wanted to GIVE it to you,' explained Ursula, now overcome with
confusion and dread of them. She was attracted by the young man. He was
a still, mindless creature, hardly a man at all, a creature that the
towns have produced, strangely pure-bred and fine in one sense,
furtive, quick, subtle. His lashes were dark and long and fine over his
eyes, that had no mind in them, only a dreadful kind of subject, inward
consciousness, glazed and dark. His dark brows and all his lines, were
finely drawn.
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