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per-world, so lovely and beyond.
Gudrun saw all their loveliness, she KNEW how im-
mortally beautiful they were, great pistils of rose-coloured,
snow-fed fire in the blue twilight of the heaven. She could
SEE it, she knew it, but she was not of it. She was divorced,
debarred, a soul shut out.
With a last look of remorse, she turned away, and was
doing her hair. He had unstrapped the luggage, and was
waiting, watching her. She knew he was watching her. It
made her a little hasty and feverish in her precipitation.
They went downstairs, both with a strange other-world
look on their faces, and with a glow in their eyes. They saw
Birkin and Ursula sitting at the long table in a corner, wait-
ing for them.
‘How good and simple they look together,’ Gudrun
thought, jealously. She envied them some spontaneity, a
childish sufficiency to which she herself could never ap-
proach. They seemed such children to her.
‘Such good Kranzkuchen!’ cried Ursula greedily. ‘So
good!’
‘Right,’ said Gudrun. ‘Can we have Kaffee mit Kranz-
kuchen?’ she added to the waiter.
And she seated herself on the bench beside Gerald. Bir-
kin, looking at them, felt a pain of tenderness for them.
‘I think the place is really wonderful, Gerald,’ he said;
‘prachtvoll and wunderbar and wunderschon and unbes-
chreiblich and all the other German adjectives.’
Gerald broke into a slight smile.
‘I like it,’ he said.

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