They sat down in the window-seat, to wait. Both girls were looking over
the room. It was void, with a meaninglessness that was almost dreadful.
'Really,' said Ursula, 'this room COULDN'T be sacred, could it?'
Gudrun looked over it with slow eyes.
'Impossible,' she replied.
'When I think of their lives--father's and mother's, their love, and
their marriage, and all of us children, and our bringing-up--would you
have such a life, Prune?'
'I wouldn't, Ursula.'
'It all seems so NOTHING--their two lives--there's no meaning in it.
Really, if they had NOT met, and NOT married, and not lived
together--it wouldn't have mattered, would it?'
'Of course--you can't tell,' said Gudrun.
'No. But if I thought my life was going to be like it--Prune,' she
caught Gudrun's arm, 'I should run.'
Gudrun was silent for a few moments.
'As a matter of fact, one cannot contemplate the ordinary life--one
cannot contemplate it,' replied Gudrun. 'With you, Ursula, it is quite
different. You will be out of it all, with Birkin.
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