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The exa vacation Winifred Inger went away to London Ursula was

left alone in Cossethay A terrible, outcast, al anything, or being

anything She had no connection with other people Her lot was

isolated and deadly There was nothing for her anywhere, but

this black disintegration Yet, within all the great attack of

disintegration upon her, she remained herself It was the

terrible core of all her suffering, that she was always herself

Never could she escape that: she could not put off being

herself

She still adhered to Winifred Inger But a sort of nausea was

coed

sense of deadness began to gather upon her, froht Winifred was ugly,

clayey Her fe and earthy, her ankles and

her arms were too thick She wanted so of moist clay, that cleaves because it

has no life of its own

Winifred still loved Ursula She had a passion for the fine

flairl, she served her endlessly, would have done

anything for her

"Coirl "I will

s you will

enjoy"

"No," said Ursula, stubbornly and dully "No, I don't want to

go to London, I want to be by myself"

Winifred knehat thisto reject her The fine, unquenchable flale with the perverted