And she enjoyed him fully. But they were never QUITE
together, at the same moment, one was always a little left out.
Nevertheless she was glad in hope, glorious and free, full of life and
liberty. And he was still and soft and patient, for the time.
They made their preparations to leave the next day. First they went to
Gudrun's room, where she and Gerald were just dressed ready for the
evening indoors.
'Prune,' said Ursula, 'I think we shall go away tomorrow. I can't stand
the snow any more. It hurts my skin and my soul.'
'Does it really hurt your soul, Ursula?' asked Gudrun, in some
surprise. 'I can believe quite it hurts your skin--it is TERRIBLE. But
I thought it was ADMIRABLE for the soul.'
'No, not for mine. It just injures it,' said Ursula.
'Really!' cried Gudrun.
There was a silence in the room. And Ursula and Birkin could feel that
Gudrun and Gerald were relieved by their going.
'You will go south?' said Gerald, a little ring of uneasiness in his
voice.
'Yes,' said Birkin, turning away.
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