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There was a moment of confusion, then the father bent over

his child: "What do you say?" he said "Do you say thank you? Do you say

thank you, Ursula?"

"Her naratiatingly from the door And she came out to

examine the jewel on the child's neck

"It is Ursula, isn't it?" said Ursula Brangwen

The father looked up at her, with an intiallant,

half-impudent, but wistful look His captive soul loved her: but

his soul was captive, he kneays

She wanted to go He set a little ladder for her to climb up

to the wharf She kissed the child, which was in its mother's

arms, then she turned away The mother was effusive The man

stood silent by the ladder

Ursula joined Skrebensky The two young figures crossed the

lock, above the shining yelloater The barge- "He was so

gentle--oh, so gentle! And the baby was such a dear!"

"Was he gentle?" said Skrebensky "The woman had been a

servant, I'm sure of that"

Ursula winced