Ursula looked
on, rather frightened, frightened most of all because she thought
Gudrun seemed rather common, really like a little TYPE. But she had not
the courage quite to think this--not right out.
'Oh no,' she cried, stammering. 'Oh no--not at all like that--oh no!
No, I think it's rather beautiful, the friendship between Rupert and
Gerald. They just are simple--they say anything to each other, like
brothers.'
Gudrun flushed deeper. She could not BEAR it that Gerald gave her
away--even to Birkin.
'But do you think even brothers have any right to exchange confidences
of that sort?' she asked, with deep anger.
'Oh yes,' said Ursula. 'There's never anything said that isn't
perfectly straightforward. No, the thing that's amazed me most in
Gerald--how perfectly simple and direct he can be! And you know, it
takes rather a big man. Most of them MUST be indirect, they are such
cowards.'
But Gudrun was still silent with anger. She wanted the absolute secrecy
kept, with regard to her movements.
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