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sula, laughing with a little tenderness at her mother’s naive
puzzled air.
‘JUST like a country Baroness!’ chimed in Gudrun. Now
the mother’s natural hauteur became self-conscious, and
the girls shrieked again.
‘Go home, you pair of idiots, great giggling idiots!’ cried
the father inflamed with irritation.
‘Mm-m-er!’ booed Ursula, pulling a face at his cross-
ness.
The yellow lights danced in his eyes, he leaned forward
in real rage.
‘Don’t be so silly as to take any notice of the great gabies,’
said Mrs Brangwen, turning on her way.
‘I’ll see if I’m going to be followed by a pair of giggling
yelling jackanapes—‘ he cried vengefully.
The girls stood still, laughing helplessly at his fury, upon
the path beside the hedge.
‘Why you’re as silly as they are, to take any notice,’ said
Mrs Brangwen also becoming angry now he was really en-
raged.
‘There are some people coming, father,’ cried Ursula,
with mocking warning. He glanced round quickly, and
went on to join his wife, walking stiff with rage. And the
girls followed, weak with laughter.
When the people had passed by, Brangwen cried in a
loud, stupid voice:
‘I’m going back home if there’s any more of this. I’m
damned if I’m going to be made a fool of in this fashion, in
the public road.’

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