Ursula wished to be alone, freed from the tightness, the enclosure of Gudrun's presence.
He saw her bowed head, her rapt face, the face of an almost demoniacal ecstatic.
There was a stillness in his motion that hushed the activities of her heart.
His presence was so quiet, almost like a vacancy in the corporate air.
"Isn't the mind--" she said, with the convulsed movement of her body,"isn't it our death? Doesn't it destroy all our spontaneity, all our instincts?"
The two sisters were like a pair of scissors, snipping off everything that came athwart them...
"I should call love a single pure activity."
He held her in the hollow of his will,...
Minette lay in her bed, motionless, her round, blue eyes like stagnant, unhappy pools.
The talk went on like a rattle of small artillery...
She seemed to grip the hours by the throat, to force her life from them.
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