colliery on the other side。
They saw Tom Brangwen walking up the curved drive。 He was
getting stouter; but with his bowler hat worn well set down on
his brows; he looked manly; handsome; curiously like any other
man of action。 His colour was as fresh; his health as perfect as
ever; he walked like a man rather absorbed。
Winifred Inger was startled when he entered the library; his
coat fastened and correct; his head bald to the crown; but not
shiny; rather like something naked that one is accustomed to see
covered; and his dark eyes liquid and formless。 He seemed to
stand in the shadow; like a thing ashamed。 And the clasp of his
hand was so soft and yet so forceful; that it chilled the heart。
She was afraid of him; repelled by him; and yet attracted。
He looked at the athletic; seemingly fearless girl; and he
detected in her a kinship with his own dark corruption。
Immediately; he knew they were akin。
His manner was polite; almost foreign; and rather cold。 He
still laughed in his curious; animal fashion; suddenly wrinkling
up his wide nose; and showing his sharp teeth。 The fine beauty
of his skin and his plexion; some almost waxen quality; hid
the strange; repellent grossness of him; the slight sense of
putrescence; the monness which revealed itself in his rather
fat thighs and loins。
Winifred saw at once the deferential; slightly servile;
slightly cunning regard he had for Ursula; which made the girl
at once so proud and so perplexed。
〃But is this place as awful as it looks?〃 the young girl
asked; a strain in her eyes。
〃It is just what it looks;〃 he said。 〃It hides nothing。〃
〃Why are the men so sad?〃
〃Are they sad?〃 he replied。
〃They seem unutterably; unutterably sad;〃 said Ursula; out of
a passionate throat。
〃I dont think they are that。 They just take it for
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