第79部分

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was　quite　ready

to　move；　taking　all　her　brood。　It　would　be　better　now　if　she

transplanted　them。　For　she　had　borne　her　last　child；　it　would　be

growing　up。

So　that　in　her　easy；　unused　fashion　she　talked　plans　and

arrangements　with　her　husband；　indifferent　really　as　to　the

method　of　the　change；　since　a　change　was　ing；　even　if　it　did

not　e　in　this　way　it　would　e　in　another。

The　house　was　full　of　ferment。　Ursula　was　wild　with

excitement。　At　last　her　father　was　going　to　be　something；

socially。　So　long；　he　had　been　a　social　cypher；　without　form　or

standing。　Now　he　was　going　to　be　Art　and　Handwork　Instructor　for

the　County　of　Nottingham。　That　was　really　a　status。　It　was　a

position。　He　would　be　a　specialist　in　his　way。　And　he　was　an

unmon　man。　Ursula　felt　they　were　all　getting　a　foothold　at

last。　He　was　ing　to　his　own。　Who　else　that　she　knew　could

turn　out　from　his　own　fingers　the　beautiful　things　her　father

could　produce？　She　felt　he　was　certain　of　this　new　job。

They　would　move。　They　would　leave　this　cottage　at　Cossethay

which　had　grown　too　small　for　them；　they　would　leave　Cossethay；

where　the　children　had　all　been　born；　and　where　they　were　always

kept　to　the　same　measure。　For　the　people　who　had　known　them　as

children　along　with　the　other　village　boys　and　girls　would

never；　could　never　understand　that　they　should　grow　up

different。　They　had　held　〃Urtler　Brangwen〃　one　of　themselves；

and　had　given　her　her　place　in　her　native　village；　as　in　a

family。　And　the　bond　was　strong。　But　now；　when　she　was　growing

to　something　beyond　what　Cossethay　would　allow　or　understand；

the　bond　between　her　an