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The talk was led, by a kind of spell, to love Miss Inger was

telling Ursula of a friend, how she had died in childbirth, and

what she had suffered; then she told of a prostitute, and of

some of her experiences with alow,

the night fell, there was a little warer

They watched a train, whose lights were pale in the lingering

twilight, rushing across the distance

"It will thunder," said Ursula

The electric suspense continued, the darkness sank, they were

eclipsed

"I think I shall go and bathe," said Miss Inger, out of the

cloud-black darkness

"At night?" said Ursula

"It is best at night Will you corounds are private We had

better undress in the bungalow, for fear of the rain, then run

down"

Shyly, stiffly, Ursula went into the bungalow, and began to

remove her clothes The lamp was turned low, she stood in the

shadow By another chair Winifred Inger was undressing

Soon the naked, shadowy figure of the elder girl caer

"Are you ready?" she said

"One moment"

Ursula could hardly speak The other naked woman stood by,