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lips；　telling　one

to　put　one's　finger　into　His　wounds；　like　a　villager　gloating　in

his　sores；　repelled　her。　She　was　enemy　of　those　who　insisted　on

the　humanity　of　Christ。　If　He　were　just　a　man；　living　in

ordinary　human　life；　then　she　was　indifferent。

But　it　was　the　jealousy　of　vulgar　people　which　must　insist　on

the　humanity　of　Christ。　It　was　the　vulgar　mind　which　would　allow

nothing　extra…human；　nothing　beyond　itself　to　exist。　It　was　the

dirty；　desecrating　hands　of　the　revivalists　which　wanted　to　drag

Jesus　into　this　everyday　life；　to　dress　Jesus　up　in　trousers　and

frock…coat；　to　pel　Him　to　a　vulgar　equality　of　footing。　It

was　the　impudent　suburban　soul　which　would　ask；　〃What　would

Jesus　do；　if　he　were　in　my　shoes？〃

Against　all　this；　the　Brangwens　stood　at　bay。　If　any　one；　it

was　the　mother　who　was　caught　by；　or　who　was　most　careless　of

the　vulgar　clamour。　She　would　have　nothing　extra…human。　She

never　really　subscribed；　all　her　life；　to　Brangwen's　mystical

passion。

But　Ursula　was　with　her　father。　As　she　became　adolescent；

thirteen；　fourteen；　she　set　more　and　more　against　her　mother's

practical　indifference。　To　Ursula；　there　was　something　callous；

almost　wicked　in　her　mother's　attitude。　What　did　Anna　Brangwen；

in　these　years；　care　for　God　or　Jesus　or　Angels？　She　was　the

immediate　life　of　to…day。　Children　were　still　being　born　to　her；

she　was　throng　with　all　the　little　activities　of　her　family。　And

almost　instinctively　she　resented　her　husband's　slavish　service

to　the　Church；　his　dark；　subject　hankering　to　worship　an　unseen

God。　What　did　the　unrevealed　God　matter；　when　a　man　had　a　young