that was not her road。
Yet she loved him； the body of him； whatever his decisions
might be。 He seemed to want something of her。 He was waiting for
her to decide of him。 It had been decided in her long ago； when
he had kissed her first。 He was her lover； though good and evil
should cease。 Her will never relaxed； though her heart and soul
must be imprisoned and silenced。 He waited upon her； and she
accepted him。 For he had e back to her。
A glow came into his face； into his fine； smooth skin； his
eyes； goldgrey； glowed intimately to her。 He burned up； he
caught fire and became splendid； royal； something like a tiger。
She caught his brilliant； burnished glamour。 Her heart and her
soul were shut away fast down below； hidden。 She was free of
them。 She was to have her satisfaction。
She became proud and erect； like a flower； putting itself
forth in its proper strength。 His warmth invigorated her。 His
beauty of form； which seemed to glow out in contrast with the
rest of people； made her proud。 It was like deference to her；
and made her feel as if she represented before him all the grace
and flower of humanity。 She was no mere Ursula Brangwen。 She was
Woman； she was the whole of Woman in the human order。
Allcontaining； universal； how should she be limited to
individuality？
She was exhilarated； she did not want to go away from him。
She had her place by him。 Who should take her away？
They came out of the cafe。
〃Is there anything you would like to do？〃 he said。 〃Is there
anything we can do？〃
It was a dark； windy night in March。
〃There is nothing to do；〃 she said。
Which was the answer he wanted。
〃Let us walk thenwhere shall we walk？〃 he asked。
〃Shall we go to the river？〃 she suggested； timidly。
In a moment they were on the tram； going down to Trent
Bridge。 She was so glad。 The thought of walking in the dark；
farreaching watermeadows； beside the full river； transported
her。 Dark water flowing in silence through the big； restless
night made her feel wild。
They crossed the bridge； descended； and went away from the
lights。 In an instant； in the darkness； he took her hand and
they went in silence； with subtle feet treading the darkness。
The town fumed away on their left； there were strange lights and
sounds； the wind rushed against the trees； and under the bridge。
They walked close together； powerful in unison。 He drew her very
close； held her with a subtle； stealthy； powerful passion； as if
they had a secret agreement which held good in the profound
darkness。 The profound darkness was their universe。
〃It is like it was before；〃 she said。
Yet it was not in the least as it was before。 Nevertheless
his heart was perfectly in accord with her。 They thought one
thought。
〃I knew I should e back；〃 he said at length。
She quivered。
〃Did you always love me？〃 she asked。
The directness of the question overcame him； submerged him
for a moment。 The darkness travelled massively along。
〃I had to e back to you；〃 he said； as if hypnotized。 〃You
were always at the back of everything。〃
She was silent with triumph； like fate。
〃I loved you；〃 she said； 〃always。〃
The dark flame leaped up in him。 He must give her himself。 He
must give her the very foundations of himself。 He drew her very
close； and they went on in silence。
She started violently； hearing voices。 They were near a stile
across the dark meadows。
〃It's only lovers；〃 he said to her； softly。
She looked to see the dark figures against the fence；
wondering that the darkness was inhabited。
〃Only lovers will walk here tonight；〃 he said。
Then in a low； vibrating voice he told her about Africa； the
strange darkness； the strange； blood fear。
〃I am not afraid of the darkness in England；〃 he said。 〃It is
soft； and natural to me； it is my medium； especially when you
are here。 But in Africa it seems massive and fluid with
terrornot fear of anythingjust fear。 One breathes
it； like the smell of blood。 The blacks know it。 They worship
it； really； the darkness。 One almost likes itthe
fearsomething sensual。〃
She thrilled again to him。 He was to her a voice out of the
darkness。 He talked to her all the while； in low tones； about
Africa； conveying something strange and sensual to her： the
negro； with his loose； soft passion that could envelop one like
a bath。 Gradually he transferred to her the hot； fecund darkness
that possessed his own blood。 He was strangely secret。 The whole
world must be abolished。 He maddened her with his soft；
cajoling； vibrating tones。 He wanted her to answer； to
understand。 A turgid； teeming night； heavy with fecundity in
which every molecule of matter grew big with increase； secretly
urgent with fecund desire； seemed to e to pass。 She quivered；
taut and vibrating； almost pained。 And gradually； he ceased
telling her of Africa； there came a silence； whilst they walked
the darkness beside the massive river。 Her limbs were rich and
tense； she felt they must be vibrating with a low； profound
vibration。 She could scarcely walk。 The deep vibration of the
darkness could only be felt； not heard。
Suddenly； as they walked； she turned to him and held him
fast； as if she were turned to steel。
〃Do you love me？〃 she cried in anguish。
〃Yes；〃 he said； in a curious； lapping voice； unlike himself。
〃Yes； I love you。〃
He seemed like the living darkness upon her； she was in the
embrace of the strong darkness。 He held her enclosed； soft；
unutterably soft； and with the unrelaxing softness of fate； the
relentless softness of fecundity。 She quivered； and quivered；
like a tense thing that is struck。 But he held her all the time；
soft； unending； like darkness closed upon her； omnipresent as
the night。 He kissed her； and she quivered as if she were being
destroyed； shattered。 The lighted vessel vibrated； and broke in
her soul； the light fell； struggled； and went dark。 She was all
dark； willless； having only the receptive will。
He kissed her； with his soft； enveloping kisses； and she
responded to them pletely； her mind； her soul gone out。
Darkness cleaving to darkness； she hung close to him； pressed
herself into soft flow of his kiss； pressed herself down； down
to the source and core of his kiss； herself covered and
enveloped in the warm； fecund flow of his kiss； that travelled
over her； flowed over her； covered her； flowed over the last
fibre of her； so they were one stream； one dark fecundity； and
she clung at the core of him； with her lips holding open the
very bottommost source of him。
So they stood in the utter； dark kiss； that triumphed over
them both； subjected them； knitted them into one fecund nucleus
of the fluid darkness。
It was bliss； it was the nucleolating of the fecund darkness。
Once the vessel had vibrated till it was shattered； the light of
consciousness gone； then the darkness reigned； and the
unutterable satisfaction。
They stood enjoying the unmitigated kiss； taking it； giving
to it endlessly； and still it was not exhausted。 Their veins
fluttered； their blood ran together as one stream。
Till gradually a sleep； a heaviness settled on them； a
drowse； and out of the drowse； a small light of consciousness
woke up。 Ursula became aware of the night around her； the water
lapping and running full just near； the trees roaring and
soughing in gusts of wind。
She kept near to him； in contact with him； but she became
ever more and more herself。 And she knew she must go to catch
her train。 But she did not want to draw away from contact with
him。
At length they roused and set out。 No longer they existed in
the unblemished darkness。 There was the glitter of a bridge； the
twinkle of lights across the river； the big flare of the town in
front and on their right。
But still； dark and soft and incontestable； their bodies
walked untouched by the lights； darkness supreme and
arrogant。
〃The stupid lights；〃 Ursula said to herself； in her dark
sensual arrogance。 〃The stupid； artificial； exaggerated town；
fuming its lights。 It does not exist really。 It rests upon the
unlimited darkness； like a gleam of coloured oil on dark water；
but what is it？nothing； just nothing。〃
In the tram； in the train； she felt the same。 The lights； the
civic uniform was a trick played； the people as they moved or
sat were only dummies exposed。 She could see； beneath their
pale； wooden pretence of posure and civic purposefulness； the
dark stream that contained them all。 They were like little paper
ships in their motion。 But in reality each one was a dark；
blind； eager wave urging blindly forward； dark with the same
homogeneous desire。 And all their talk and all their behaviour
was sham； they were dressedup creatures。 She was reminded of
the Invisible Man； who was a piece of darkness made visible only
by his clothes。
During the next weeks； all the time she went about in the
same dark richness； her eyes dilated and shining like the eyes
of a wild animal； a curious halfsmile which seemed to be gibing
at the civic pretence of all the human life about her。
〃What are you； you pale citizens？〃 her face seemed to say；
gleaming。 〃You subdued beast in sheep's clothing； you primeval
darkness falsified to a social mechanism。〃
She went about in the sensual subconsciousness all the time；
mocking at the readymade； artificial daylight of the rest。
〃They assume selves as they assume suits of clothing；〃 she
said to herself； looking in mocking contempt at the stiffened；
neutralized men。 〃They think it better to be clerks or
professors than to be the dark； fertile beings that exist in the
potential darkness。 What do you think you are？〃 her soul asked
of the professor as she sat opposite him in class。 〃What do you
think you are； as you sit there in your gown and your
spectacles？ You are a lurking； bloodsniffing creature with eyes
peering out of the jungle darkness； snuffing for your desires。
That is what you are； though nobody would believe it； and
you would be the very last to allow it。〃
Her soul mocked at all this pretence。 Herself； she kept on
pretending。 She dressed herself and made herself fine； she
attended her lectures and scribbled her notes。 But all in a mood
of superficial； mocking facility。 She understood well enough
their twoandtwomakefour tricks。 She was as clever as they
were。 But care！did she care about their monkey tricks of
knowledge or learning or civic deportment？ She did not care in
the least。
There was Skrebensky； there was her dark； vital self。 Outside
the college； the outer darkness； Skrebensky was waiting。 On the
edge of the night； he was attentive。 Did he care？
She was free as a leopard that sends up its raucous cry in
the night。 She had the potent； dark stream of her own blood； she
had the glimmering core of fecundity； she had her mate； her
plement； her sharer in fruition。 So； she had all；
everything。
Skrebensky was staying in Nottingham all the time。 He too was
free。 He knew no one in this town； he had no civic self to
maintain。 He was free。 Their trams and markets and theatres and
public meetings were a shaken kaleidoscope to him； he watched as
a lion or a tiger may lie with narrowed eyes watching the people
pass before its cage； the kaleidoscopic unreality of people； or
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