'Thanks awfully--but I MUST go in--' said Gudrun. She wanted very much
to go on with Ursula and Birkin.
That seemed like life indeed to her. Yet a certain perversity would not
let her.
'Do come--yes, it would be so nice,' pleaded Ursula.
'I'm awfully sorry--I should love to--but I can't--really--'
She descended from the car in trembling haste.
'Can't you really!' came Ursula's regretful voice.
'No, really I can't,' responded Gudrun's pathetic, chagrined words out
of the dusk.
'All right, are you?' called Birkin.
'Quite!' said Gudrun. 'Good-night!'
'Good-night,' they called.
'Come whenever you like, we shall be glad,' called Birkin.
'Thank you very much,' called Gudrun, in the strange, twanging voice of
lonely chagrin that was very puzzling to him. She turned away to her
cottage gate, and they drove on. But immediately she stood to watch
them, as the car ran vague into the distance. And as she went up the
path to her strange house, her heart was full of incomprehensible
bitterness.
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