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all　study。

It　was　said　of　her；　〃She　can　draw　marvellously。〃

Suddenly　Ursula　found　a　queer　awareness　existed　between

herself　and　her　class…mistress；　Miss　Inger。　The　latter　was　a

rather　beautiful　woman　of　twenty…eight；　a　fearless…seeming；

clean　type　of　modern　girl　whose　very　independence　betrays　her

sorrow。　She　was　clever；　and　expert　in　what　she　did；　accurate；

quick；　manding。

To　Ursula　she　had　always　given　pleasure；　because　of　her

clear；　decided；　yet　graceful　appearance。　She　carried　her　head

high；　a　little　thrown　back；　and　Ursula　thought　there　was　a　look

of　nobility　in　the　way　she　twisted　her　smooth　brown　hair　upon

her　head。　She　always　wore　clean；　attractive；　well…fitting

blouses；　and　a　well…made　skirt。　Everything　about　her　was　so

well…ordered；　betraying　a　fine；　clear　spirit；　that　it　was　a

pleasure　to　sit　in　her　class。

Her　voice　was　just　as　ringing　and　clear；　and　with　unwavering；

finely…touched　modulation。　Her　eyes　were　blue；　clear；　proud；　she

gave　one　altogether　the　sense　of　a　fine…mettled；　scrupulously

groomed　person；　and　of　an　unyielding　mind。　Yet　there　was　an

infinite　poignancy　about　her；　a　great　pathos　in　her　lonely；

proudly　closed　mouth。

It　was　after　Skrebensky　had　gone　that　there　sprang　up　between

the　mistress　and　the　girl　that　strange　awareness；　then　the

unspoken　intimacy　that　sometimes　connects　two　people　who　may

never　even　make　each　other's　acquaintance。　Before；　they　had

always　been　good　friends；　in　the　undistinguished　way　of　the

class…room；　with　the　professional　relationship　of　mistress　and

scholar　always　present。　Now；　however；　another　thing　came　to

pass。　When　t