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ife's money and his
own they had four hundred a year。 They could draw on the capital
if need be later on。 He was not afraid for his old age。 His
daughters might be ladies。
Fifty pounds a year was a pound a week……which was enough
for her to live on independently。
〃And what sort of a teacher do you think you'd make? You
haven't the patience of a Jack…gnat with your own brothers and
sisters; let alone with a class of children。 And I thought you
didn't like dirty; board…school brats。〃
〃They're not all dirty。〃
〃You'd find they're not all clean。〃
There was silence in the workshop。 The lamplight fell on the
burned silver bowl that lay between him; on mallet and furnace
and chisel。 Brangwen stood with a queer; catlike light on his
face; almost like a smile。 But it was no smile。
〃Can I try?〃 she said。
〃You can do what the deuce you like; and go where you
like。〃
Her face was fixed and expressionless and indifferent。 It
always sent him to a pitch of frenzy to see it like that。 He
kept perfectly still。
Cold; without any betrayal of feeling; she turned and left
the shed。 He worked on; with all his nerves jangled。 Then he had
to put down his tools and go into the house。
In a bitter tone of anger and contempt he told his wife。
Ursula was present。 There was a brief altercation; closed by
Mrs。 Brangwen's saying; in a tone of biting superiority and
indifference:
〃Let her find out what it's like。 She'll soon have had
enough。〃
The matter was left there。 But Ursula considered herself free
to act。 For some days she made no move。 She was reluctant to
take the cruel