," she said. "You've never satisfied me since the first week in London.
You never satisfy me now. What does it mean to me, your having me--"]
She lifted her shoulders and turned aside her face in a motion of cold,
indifferent worthlessness. He felt he would kill her.

When she had roused him to a pitch of madness, when she saw
his eyes all dark and mad with suffering, then a great suffering
overcame her soul, a great, inconquerable suffering. And she
loved him. For, oh, she wanted to love him. Stronger than life
or death was her craving to be able to love him.

And at such moments, when he was made with her destroying
him, when all his complacency was destroyed, all his everyday
self was broken, and only the stripped, rudimentary, primal man
remained, demented with torture, her passion to love him became
love, she took him again, they came together in an overwhelming
passion, in which he knew he satisfied her.

But it all contained a developing germ of death. After each
contact, her anguished desire for him or for that which she
never had from him was stronger, her love was more hopeless.
After each contact his mad dependence on her was deepened, his
hope of standing strong and taking her in his own strength was
weakened. He felt himself a mere attribute of her.

Whitsuntide came, just before her examination. She was to
have a few days of rest. Dorothy had inherited her patrimony,
and had taken a cottage in Sussex. She invited them to stay with
her.

They went down to Dorothy's neat, low cottage at the foot of
the downs. Here they could do as they liked. Ursula was always
yearning to go to the top of the downs. The white track wound up
to the rounded summit. And she must go.

Up there, she could see the Channel a few miles away, the sea
raised up and faintly glittering in the sky, the Isle of Wight a
shadow lifted in the far distance, the river winding bright
through the patterned plain to seaward, Arundel Castle a shadowy
bulk, and then the rolling of the high, smooth downs, making a
high, smooth land under heaven, acknowledging only the heavens
in their great, sun-glowing strength, and suffering only a few
bushes to trespass on the intercourse between their great,
unabateable body and the changeful body of the sky.

Below she saw the villages and the woods of the weald, and
the train running bravely, a gallant little thing, running with
all the importance of the world over the water meadows and into
the ga