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He see, as

if he were beyond any change or question He was himself There

was a sense of fatality about him that fascinated her He made

no effort to prove himself to other people Let it be accepted

for what it was, his own being In its isolation it made no

excuse or explanation for itself

So he seemed perfectly, even fatally established, he did not

asked to be rendered before he could exist, before he could have

relationship with another person

This attracted Ursula very much She was so used to unsure

people who took on a new being with every new influence Her

Uncle Tom was always more or less what the other person would

have him In consequence, one never knew the real Uncle Tom,

only a fluid, unsatisfactory flux with a more or less consistent

appearance

But, let Skrebensky do what he would, betray himself

entirely, he betrayed himself always upon his own

responsibility He permitted no question about himself He was

irrevocable in his isolation