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ever；　of　a　gathering　restiveness；　a　tumult

impending　within　her。　She　tried　to　run　away　from　it。　She　wished

she　could　hear　from　Skrebensky；　in　answer　to　her　letter；　so　that

her　course　should　be　resolved；　she　should　be　engaged　in

fulfilling　her　fate。　It　was　this　inactivity　which　made　her

liable　to　the　revulsion　she　dreaded。

It　was　curious　how　little　she　cared　about　his　not　having

written　to　her　before。　It　was　enough　that　she　had　sent　her

letter。　She　would　get　the　required　answer；　that　was　all。

One　afternoon　in　early　October；　feeling　the　seething　rising

to　madness　within　her；　she　slipped　out　in　the　rain；　to　walk

abroad；　lest　the　house　should　suffocate　her。　Everywhere　was

drenched　wet　and　deserted；　the　grimed　houses　glowed　dull　red；

the　butt　houses　burned　scarlet　in　a　gleam　of　light；　under　the

glistening；　blackish　purple　slates。　Ursula　went　on　towards

Willey　Green。　She　lifted　her　face　and　walked　swiftly；　seeing　the

passage　of　light　across　the　shallow　valley；　seeing　the　colliery

and　its　clouds　of　steam　for　a　moment　visionary　in　dim

brilliance；　away　in　the　chaos　of　rain。　Then　the　veils　closed

again。　She　was　glad　of　the　rain's　privacy　and　intimacy。

Making　on　towards　the　wood；　she　saw　the　pale　gleam　of　Willey

Water　through　the　cloud　below；　she　walked　the　open　space　where

hawthorn　trees　streamed　like　hair　on　the　wind　and　round　bushes

were　presences　slowing　through　the　atmosphere。　It　was　very

splendid；　free　and　chaotic。

Yet　she　hurried　to　the　wood　for　shelter。　There；　the　vast

booming　overhead　vibrated　down　and　encircled　her；　tree…trunks

spanned　the　circle　of　tremendous　sound；　myriads　of　tree…tr