Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-bay of their father’s 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.’Ursula, ’ said Gudrun, ’don’t you REALLY WANT to get married?’ Ursula laid her embroidery in her lap and looked up. Her face was calm and considerate.’I don’t know, ’ she replied. ’It depends how you mean.’Gudrun was slightly taken aback. She watched her sister for some moments.’Well, ’ she said, ironically, ’it usually means one thing! But don’t you think anyhow, you’d be—’ she darkened slightly—’in a better position than you are in now.’A shadow came over Ursula’s face.’I might, ’ she said. ’But I’m not sure.’
Fler e-böcker från samma författare (r) / Redaktör
293 331 E-böcker i denna kategori
