Birkin watched them with
quick, laughing, half-sinister eyes, Ursula quite lost her head. There
seemed a spell, almost a blinding spell, cast round their table, as if
they were lighted up more strongly than the rest of the dining-room.
'Don't you love to be in this place?' cried Gudrun. 'Isn't the snow
wonderful! Do you notice how it exalts everything? It is simply
marvellous. One really does feel LIBERMENSCHLICH--more than human.'
'One does,' cried Ursula. 'But isn't that partly the being out of
England?'
'Oh, of course,' cried Gudrun. 'One could never feel like this in
England, for the simple reason that the damper is NEVER lifted off one,
there. It is quite impossible really to let go, in England, of that I
am assured.'
And she turned again to the food she was eating. She was fluttering
with vivid intensity.
'It's quite true,' said Gerald, 'it never is quite the same in England.
But perhaps we don't want it to be--perhaps it's like bringing the
light a little too near the powder-magazine, to let go altogether, in
England.
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