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Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father\u2019s house in Beldover, working and talking. Ursula was stitching a piece of brightly- coloured embroidery, and Gudrun was drawing upon a board which she held on her knee. They were mostly silent, talking as their thoughts strayed through their minds.
\u2019Ursula,\u2019 said Gudrun, \u2018don\u2019t you REALLY WANT to get married?\u2019 Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate.
\u2019Well,\u2019 she said, ironically, \u2018it usually means one thing! But don\u2019t you think anyhow, you\u2019d be\u2014\u2019 she darkened slightly\u2014\u2019in a better position than you are in now.\u2019
\u2019Bound to be, in some way or other,\u2019 said Gudrun, coolly. \u2018Possibly undesirable, but bound to be an experience of some sort.\u2019
\u2019Of course,\u2019 she said, \u2018there\u2019s THAT to consider.\u2019 This brought the conversation to a close. Gudrun, almost angrily, took up her rubber and began to rub out part of her drawing. Ursula stitched absorbedly.
\u2019In the abstract but not in the concrete,\u2019 said Ursula. \u2018When it comes to the point, one isn\u2019t even tempted\u2014oh, if I were tempted, I\u2019d marry like a shot. I\u2019m only tempted
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