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‘You won’t throw stones at it any more, will you?’
‘How long have you been there?’
‘All the time. You won’t throw any more stones, will
you?’
‘I wanted to see if I could make it be quite gone off the
pond,’ he said.
‘Yes, it was horrible, really. Why should you hate the
moon? It hasn’t done you any harm, has it?’
‘Was it hate?’ he said.
And they were silent for a few minutes.
‘When did you come back?’ she said.
‘Today.’
‘Why did you never write?’
‘I could find nothing to say.’
‘Why was there nothing to say?’
‘I don’t know. Why are there no daffodils now?’
‘No.’
Again there was a space of silence. Ursula looked at the
moon. It had gathered itself together, and was quivering
slightly.
‘Was it good for you, to be alone?’ she asked.
‘Perhaps. Not that I know much. But I got over a good
deal. Did you do anything important?’
‘No. I looked at England, and thought I’d done with it.’
‘Why England?’ he asked in surprise.
‘I don’t know, it came like that.’
‘It isn’t a question of nations,’ he said. ‘France is far
worse.’
‘Yes, I know. I felt I’d done with it all.’

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