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make　it　nice　for　you；……you　shall　do　lots　of　things　you　will

enjoy。〃

〃No；〃　said　Ursula；　stubbornly　and　dully。　〃No；　I　dont　want　to

go　to　London；　I　want　to　be　by　myself。〃

Winifred　knew　what　this　meant。　She　knew　that　Ursula　was

beginning　to　reject　her。　The　fine；　unquenchable　flame　of　the

younger　girl　would　consent　no　more　to　mingle　with　the　perverted

life　of　the　elder　woman。　Winifred　knew　it　would　e。　But　she

too　was　proud。　At　the　bottom　of　her　was　a　black　pit　of　despair。

She　knew　perfectly　well　that　Ursula　would　cast　her　off。

And　that　seemed　like　the　end　of　her　life。　But　she　was　too

hopeless　to　rage。　Wisely；　economizing　what　was　left　of　Ursulas

love；　she　went　away　to　London；　leaving　the　beloved　girl

alone。

And　after　a　fortnight；　Ursulas　letters　became　tender　again；

loving。　Her　Uncle　Tom　had　invited　her　to　go　and　stay　with　him。

He　was　managing　a　big；　new　colliery　in　Yorkshire。　Would　Winifred

e　too？

For　now　Ursula　was　imagining　marriage　for　Winifred。　She

wanted　her　to　marry　her　Uncle　Tom。　Winifred　knew　this。　She　said

she　would　e　to　Wiggiston。　She　would　now　let　fate　do　as　it

liked　with　her；　since　there　was　nothing　remaining　to　be　done。

Tom　Brangwen　also　saw　Ursulas　intention。　He　too　was　at　the　end

of　his　desires。　He　had　done　the　things　he　had　wanted　to。　They

had　all　ended　in　a　disintegrated　lifelessness　of　soul；　which　he

hid　under　an　utterly　tolerant　good…humour。　He　no　longer　cared

about　anything　on　earth；　neither　man　nor　woman；　nor　God　nor

humanity。　He　had　e　to　a　stability　of　nullification。　He　did

not　care　any　more；　neither　about　his　body　nor　about　his　soul。

Only　he　would　preserve　intact　his　own　life。　Only　the　simple；

superficial　fact　of　living　persisted。　He　was　still　healthy。　He

lived。　Therefore　he　would　fill　each　moment。　That　had　always　been

his　creed。　It　was　not　instinctive　easiness：　it　was　the

inevitable　oute　of　his　nature。　When　he　was　in　the　absolute