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Ursula stood near him with a mute, pale face which he would

rather not see There seemed some shame at the very root of

life, cold, dead sharoup on the station; the girl in

her fur cap and tippet and her olive green costu; the soldierly young man in a

crush hat and a heavy overcoat, his face rather pale and

reserved above his purple scarf, his whole figure neutral; then

the elder man, a fashionable bowler hat pressed low over his

dark brows, his face warestive of full-blooded indifference; he was the

eternal audience, the chorus, the spectator at the drama; in his

own life he would have no dra up Ursula's heart heaved, but the ice

was frozen too strong upon it

"Good-bye," she said, lifting her hand, her face laughing

with her peculiar, blind, al, when he stooped and kissed her He should be

shaking hands and going

"Good-bye," she said again

He picked up his little bag and turned his back on her There

was a hurry along the train Ah, here was his carriage He took

his seat Towen shut the door, and the two ood luck," said Brangwen

"Thank you--good-bye"

The train , but not really looking to the two figures, the girl and

the warm-coloured, almost effeminately-dressed athered speed, it grew sht line The speck of white