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She liked to flit out after hi to be alone, he swung her over the

wall, and let her coain she was transported when the door was shut behind the, pale, void place She would

watch hian his

practicing his tunes, then she ran foraging here and there, like

a kitten playing by herself in the darkness with eyes dilated

The ropes hung vaguely, twining on the floor, from the bells in

the tower, and Ursula alanted the fluffy, red-and-white,

or blue-and-white rope-grips But they were above her

Sometimes her mother came to claim her Then the child was

seized with resentment She passionately resented her mother's

superficial authority She wanted to assert her own

detachave her occasional cruel shocks He let

her play about in the church, she rifled foot-stools and

hy flowers, whilst the

organ echoed away This continued for some weeks Then the

charwoe, to dare to

attack Brangwen, and one day descended on him like a harpy He

wilted away, and wanted to break the old beast's neck

Instead he ca in fury to the house, and turned on

Ursula