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you to keep them—I want you to have them. They’re yours,
there—‘
And with trembling, excited hands she put the coveted
stockings under Ursula’s pillow.
‘One gets the greatest joy of all out of really lovely stock-
ings,’ said Ursula.
‘One does,’ replied Gudrun; ‘the greatest joy of all.’
And she sat down in the chair. It was evident she had
come for a last talk. Ursula, not knowing what she wanted,
waited in silence.
‘Do you FEEL, Ursula,’ Gudrun began, rather sceptical-
ly, that you are going-away-for-ever, never-to-return, sort of
thing?’
‘Oh, we shall come back,’ said Ursula. ‘It isn’t a question
of train-journeys.’
‘Yes, I know. But spiritually, so to speak, you are going
away from us all?’
Ursula quivered.
‘I don’t know a bit what is going to happen,’ she said. ‘I
only know we are going somewhere.’
Gudrun waited.
‘And you are glad?’ she asked.
Ursula meditated for a moment.
‘I believe I am VERY glad,’ she replied.
But Gudrun read the unconscious brightness on her sis-
ter’s face, rather than the uncertain tones of her speech.
‘But don’t you think you’ll WANT the old connection
with the world—father and the rest of us, and all that it
means, England and the world of thought—don’t you think

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