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`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. `Why how do you know?' `I know of a model in Chelsea,' said Gudrun coldly. Now Ursula was silent. `Well,' she said at last, with a doubtful laugh, `I hope he has a good time with her.' At which Gudrun looked more glum. |
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