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"Ay," said theripe forLet that be your field of action"

Ursula disliked s, and this retort maddened

her She hated her mother bitterly After a feeeks of

enforced doh of her holessness of it

all drove her to frenzy She talked and stored at the children, she turned her back in

silent conte mother, who treated her with

supercilious indifference, as if she were a pretentious child

not to be taken seriously

Brangas soed into the trouble He loved

Ursula, therefore he always had a sense of shame, almost of

betrayal, when he turned on her So he turned fiercely and

scathingly, and with a wholesale brutality that s see

deadened in her, her tewen himself was in one of his states or flux After all

these years, he began to see a loophole of freedohts work

in which he had no interest, because it seehters, their developing

rejection of old forms set him also free

He was a man of ceaseless activity Blindly, like a mole, he

pushed his way out of the earth that covered hi always

away from the physical eleropingly, hat initiative was left to

him, he made his way towards individual expression and

individual form