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He died and went his way; but not before there was another
child。 And this little Ursula was his grandchild。 She was glad
of it。 For she still honoured him; though he had been
mistaken。

She; Lydia Brangwen; was sorry for him now。 He was
dead……he had scarcely lived。 He had never known her。 He had
lain with her; but he had never known her。 He had never received
what she could give him。 He had gone away from her empty。 So; he
had never lived。 So; he had died and passed away。 Yet there had
been strength and power in him。

She could scarcely forgive him that he had never lived。 If it
were not for Anna; and for this little Ursula; who had his
brows; there would be no more left of him than of a broken
vessel thrown away; and just remembered。

Tom Brangwen had served her。 He had e to her; and taken
from her。 He had died and gone his way into death。 But he had
made himself immortal in his knowledge with her。 So she had her
place here; in life; and in immortality。 For he had taken his
knowledge of her into death; so that she had her place in death。
〃In my father's house are many mansions。〃

She loved both her husbands。 To one she had been a naked
little girl…bride; running to serve him。 The other she loved out
of fulfilment; because he was good and had given her being;
because he had served her honourably; and bee her man; one
with her。

She was established in this stretch of life; she had e to
herself。 During her first marriage; she had not existed; except
through him; he was the substance and she the shadow running at
his feet。 She was very glad she had e to her own self。 She
was grateful to Brangwen。 She reached out to him in gratitude;
into death。

In her heart she felt a vague tenderness and pity for her
first husband; who had been her lord。 He was so wrong when he
died。 She could not bear it; that he had never lived; never
really bee himself。 And he had been her lord! Strange; it all
had been! Why had he been her lord? He seemed now so far off; so
without bearing on her。

〃Which did you; grandmother?〃

〃What?〃

〃Like best。〃

〃I liked them both。 I married the first when I was quite a
girl。 Then I loved your grandfather when I was a woman。 There is
a difference。〃

They were silent for a time。

〃Did you cry when my first grandfather died?〃 the child
asked。

Lydia Brangwen rocked herself on the bed; thinking aloud。

〃When we came to England; he hardly ever spoke; he was too
much concerned to take any notice of anybody。 He grew thinner
and thinner; till his cheeks were hollow and his mouth stuck
out。 He wasn't handsome any more。 I knew he couldn't bear being
beaten; I thought everything was lost in the world。 Only I had
your mother a baby; it was no use my dying。

〃He looked at me with his black eyes; almost as if he hated
me; when he was ill; and said; 'It only wanted this。 It only
wanted that I should leave you and a young child to starve in
this London。' I told him we should not starve。 But I was young;
and foolish; and frightened; which he knew。

〃He was bitter; and he never gave way。 He lay beating his
brains; to see what he could do。 'I don't know what you will
do;' he said。 'I am no good; I am a failure from beginning to
end。 I cannot even provide for my wife and child!'

〃But you see; it was not for him to provide for us。 My life
went on; though his stopped; and I married your grandfather。

〃I ought to have known; I ought to have been able to say to
him: 'Don't be so bitter; don't die because this has failed。 You
are not the beginning and the end。' But I was too young; he had
never let me bee myself; I thought he was truly the beginning
and the end。 So I let him take all upon himself。 Yet all did not
depend on him。 Life must go on; and I must marry your
grandfather; and have your Uncle Tom; and your Uncle Fred。 We
cannot take so much upon ourselves。〃

The child's heart beat fast as she listened to these things。
She could not understand; but she seemed to feel far…off things。
It gave her a deep; joyous thrill; to know she hailed from far
off; from Poland; and that dark…bearded impressive man。 Strange;
her antecedents were; and she felt fate on either side of her
terrible。

Almost every day; Ursula saw her grandmother; and every time;
they talked together。 Till the grandmother's sayings and
stories; told in the plete hush of the Marsh bedroom;
accumulated with mystic significance; and became a sort of Bible
to the child。

And Ursula asked her deepest childish questions of her
grandmother。

〃Will somebody love me; grandmother?〃

〃Many people love you; child。 We all love you。〃

〃But when I am grown up; will somebody love me?〃

〃Yes; some man will love you; child; because it's your
nature。 And I hope it will be somebody who will love you for
what you are; and not for what he wants of you。 But we have a
right to what we want。〃

Ursula was frightened; hearing these things。 Her heart sank;
she felt she had no ground under her feet。 She clung to her
grandmother。 Here was peace and security。 Here; from her
grandmother's peaceful room; the door opened on to the greater
space; the past; which was so big; that all it contained seemed
tiny; loves and births and deaths; tiny units and features
within a vast horizon。 That was a great relief; to know the tiny
importance of the individual; within the great past。



CHAPTER X

THE WIDENING CIRCLE

It was very burdensome to Ursula; that she was the eldest of
the family。 By the time she was eleven; she had to take to
school Gudrun and Theresa and Catherine。 The boy; William;
always called Billy; so that he should not be confused with his
father; was a lovable; rather delicate child of three; so he
stayed at home as yet。 There was another baby girl; called
Cassandra。

The children went for a time to the little church school just
near the Marsh。 It was the only place within reach; and being so
small; Mrs。 Brangwen felt safe in sending her children there;
though the village boys did nickname Ursula 〃Urtler〃; and Gudrun
〃Good…runner〃; and Theresa 〃Tea…pot〃。

Gudrun and Ursula were co…mates。 The second child; with her
long; sleepy body and her endless chain of fancies; would have
nothing to do with realities。 She was not for them; she was for
her own fancies。 Ursula was the one for realities。 So Gudrun
left all such to her elder sister; and trusted in her
implicitly; indifferently。 Ursula had a great tenderness for her
co…mate sister。

It was no good trying to make Gudrun responsible。 She floated
along like a fish in the sea; perfect within the medium of her
own difference and being。 Other existence did not trouble her。
Only she believed in Ursula; and trusted to Ursula。

The eldest child was very much fretted by her responsibility
for the other young ones。 Especially Theresa; a sturdy;
bold…eyed thing; had a faculty for warfare。

〃Our Ursula; Billy Pillins has lugged my hair。〃

〃What did you say to him?〃

〃I said nothing。〃

Then the Brangwen girls were in for a feud with the
Pillinses; or Phillipses。

〃You won't pull my hair again; Billy Pillins;〃 said Theresa;
walking with her sisters; and looking superbly at the freckled;
red…haired boy。

〃Why shan't I?〃 retorted Billy Pillins。

〃You won't because you dursn't;〃 said the tiresome
Theresa。

〃You e here; then; Tea…pot; an' see if I dursna。〃

Up marched Tea…pot; and immediately Billy Pillins lugged her
black; snaky locks。 In a rage she flew at him。 Immediately in
rushed Ursula and Gudrun; and little Katie; in clashed the other
Phillipses; Clem and Walter; and Eddie Anthony。 Then there was a
fray。 The Brangwen girls were well…grown and stronger than many
boys。 But for pinafores and long hair; they would have carried
easy victories。 They went home; however; with hair lugged and
pinafores torn。 It was a joy to the Phillips boys to rip the
pinafores of the Brangwen girls。

Then there was an outcry。 Mrs。 Brangwen would not have
it; no; she would not。 All her innate dignity and
standoffishness rose up。 Then there was the vicar lecturing the
school。 〃It was a sad thing that the boys of Cossethay could not
behave more like gentlemen to the girls of Cossethay。 Indeed;
what

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