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This strange sense of cruelty and ugliness always irudging power

of thein wait for her, as the exception, formed

one of the deepest influences of her life Wherever she was, at

school, a friends, in the street, in the train, she

instinctively abated herself, ned to

be less than she was, for fear that her undiscovered self should

be seen, pounced upon, attacked by brutish resentment of the

coe Self

She was fairly safe at school, now She kne to take her

place there, and how much of herself to reserve But she was

free only on Sundays When she was but a girl of fourteen, she

began to feel a resentainst her in her own ho influence there But as yet, on

Sundays, she was free, really free, free to be herself, without

fear or

Even at its stormiest, Sunday was a blessed day Ursula woke

to it with a feeling of iht Then she reladness seereat

freedom The whole world was for twenty-four hours revoked, put

back Only the Sunday world existed

She loved the very confusion of the household It was lucky

if the children slept till seven o'clock Usually, soon after