But Gudrun read the unconscious brightness on her sister's face, rather
than the uncertain tones of her speech.
'But don't you think you'll WANT the old connection with the
world--father and the rest of us, and all that it means, England and
the world of thought--don't you think you'll NEED that, really to make
a world?'
Ursula was silent, trying to imagine.
'I think,' she said at length, involuntarily, 'that Rupert is
right--one wants a new space to be in, and one falls away from the
old.'
Gudrun watched her sister with impassive face and steady eyes.
'One wants a new space to be in, I quite agree,' she said. 'But I think
that a new world is a development from this world, and that to isolate
oneself with one other person, isn't to find a new world at all, but
only to secure oneself in one's illusions.'
Ursula looked out of the window. In her soul she began to wrestle, and
she was frightened. She was always frightened of words, because she
knew that mere word-force could always make her believe what she did
not believe.
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