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Skrebensky saw the man rather than the wo there inscrutable, like

her fate He was beyond her, with his loose, slightly horsey

appearance, that n Yet his

face was smooth and soft and impressionable She shook hands

with hi of a bird startled

by the dawn

"Isn't it nice," she cried, "to have a wedding?"

There were bits of coloured confetti lodged on her dark

hair

Again the confusion ca all vague, undefined, inchoate Yet he

wanted to be hard, ht tea, and the guests scattered The real

feast was for the evening Ursula walked out with Skrebensky

through the stackyard to the fields, and up the e and golden as they went by, an

arart protest Ursula

was light as a white ball of down Skrebensky drifted beside

her, indefinite, his old fro out as fro

The blue way of the canal wound softly between the autureenness of a sitation of colliery and railway and the

tohich rose on its hill, the church tower topping all The

round white dot of the clock on the toas distinct in the

evening light

That way, Ursula felt, was the way to London, through the