'Won't you go?' said Ursula. 'Do, we might all be so happy! There is
something I LOVE about Gerald--he's MUCH more lovable than I thought
him. He's free, Gudrun, he really is.'
Gudrun's mouth was still closed, sullen and ugly. She opened it at
length.
'Do you know where he proposes to go?' she asked.
'Yes--to the Tyrol, where he used to go when he was in Germany--a
lovely place where students go, small and rough and lovely, for winter
sport!'
Through Gudrun's mind went the angry thought--'they know everything.'
'Yes,' she said aloud, 'about forty kilometres from Innsbruck, isn't
it?'
'I don't know exactly where--but it would be lovely, don't you think,
high in the perfect snow--?'
'Very lovely!' said Gudrun, sarcastically.
Ursula was put out.
'Of course,' she said, 'I think Gerald spoke to Rupert so that it
shouldn't seem like an outing with a TYPE--'
'I know, of course,' said Gudrun, 'that he quite commonly does take up
with that sort.'
'Does he!' said Ursula.
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