it swinging to your boat? Don’t you want to destroy it _at once?_”
“Oh no,” said Ursula. “I don’t want to destroy it.”
“Well do you mind having it instead of the crabs? Are you sure you don’t mind?”
Gudrun came forward to exchange lanterns.
“No,” said Ursula, yielding up the crabs and receiving the cuttle-fish.
Yet she could not help feeling rather resentful at the way in which Gudrun and Gerald should assume a right over her, a precedence.
“Come then,” said Birkin. “I’ll put them on the boats.”
He and Ursula were moving away to the big boat.
“I suppose you’ll row me back, Rupert,” said Gerald, out of the pale shadow of the evening.
“Won’t you go with Gudrun in the canoe?” said Birkin. “It’ll be more interesting.”