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nothing.
She was not at ease till they were in the train again. Then
she was relieved. So long as they were moving onwards, she
was satisfied. They came to Zurich, then, before very long,
ran under the mountains, that were deep in snow. At last
she was drawing near. This was the other world now.
Innsbruck was wonderful, deep in snow, and evening.
They drove in an open sledge over the snow: the train had
been so hot and stifling. And the hotel, with the golden light
glowing under the porch, seemed like a home.
They laughed with pleasure when they were in the hall.
The place seemed full and busy.
‘Do you know if Mr and Mrs Crich—English—from Par-
is, have arrived?’ Birkin asked in German.
The porter reflected a moment, and was just going to an-
swer, when Ursula caught sight of Gudrun sauntering down
the stairs, wearing her dark glossy coat, with grey fur.
‘Gudrun! Gudrun!’ she called, waving up the well of the
staircase. ‘Shu-hu!’
Gudrun looked over the rail, and immediately lost her
sauntering, diffident air. Her eyes flashed.
‘Really—Ursula!’ she cried. And she began to move
downstairs as Ursula ran up. They met at a turn and kissed
with laughter and exclamations inarticulate and stirring.
‘But!’ cried Gudrun, mortified. ‘We thought it was TO-
MORROW you were coming! I wanted to come to the
station.’
‘No, we’ve come today!’ cried Ursula. ‘Isn’t it lovely
here!’

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