and remained awhile remote.

Going home, she left the purplish dark of the trees for the
open lane, where the puddles shone long and jewel-like in the
ruts, the land about her was darkened, and the sky a jewel
overhead. Oh, how amazing it was to her! It was almost too much.
She wanted to run, and sing, and cry out for very wildness and
poignancy, but she could not run and sing and cry out in such a
way as to cry out the deep things in her heart, so she was
still, and almost sad with loneliness.

At Easter she went again to Maggie's home, for a few days.
She was, however shy and fugitive. She saw Anthony, how
suggestive he was to look on, and how his eyes had a sort of
supplicating light, that was rather beautiful. She looked at
him, and she looked again, for him to become real to her. But it
was her own self that was occupied elsewhere. She seemed to have
some other being.

And she turned to spring and the opening buds. There was a
large pear tree by a wall, and it was full, thronged with tiny,
grey-green buds, myriads. She stood before it arrested with
delight, and a realization went deep into her heart. There was
so great a host in array behind the cloud of pale, dim green, so
much to come forth--so much sunshine to pour down.

So the weeks passed on, trance-like and pregnant. The pear
tree at Cossethay burst into bloom against the cottage-end, like
a wave burst into foam. Then gradually the bluebells came, blue
as water standing thin in the level places under the trees and
bushes, flowing in more and more, till there was a flood of
azure, and pale-green leaves burning, and tiny birds with fiery
little song and flight. Then swiftly the flood sank and was
gone, and it was summer.

There was to be no going to the seaside for a holiday. The
holiday was the removal from Cossethay.

They were going to live near Willey Green, which place was
most central for Brangwen. It was an old, quiet village on the
edge of the thronged colliery-district. So that it served, in
its quaintness of odd old cottages lingering in their sunny
gardens, as a sort of bower or pleasaunce to the sprawling
colliery-townlet of Beldover, a pleasant walk-round for the
colliers on Sunday morning, before the public-houses opened.

In Willey Green stood the Grammar School where Brangwen was
occupied for two days during the week, and where experiments in
education were being carried on.

Ursula wanted to live in Willey Green on the remoter sid