With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.' 'Then I'm a bolter,' said Ursula, with a burst of laughter.
'It's a dangerous thing to domesticate even horses, let alone women,' said Birkin.

'The dominant principle has some rare antagonists.' 'Good thing too,' said Ursula.
'Quite,' said Gerald, with a faint smile.

'There's more fun.' Hermione could bear no more.

She rose, saying in her easy sing-song: 'Isn't the evening beautiful! I get filled sometimes with such a great sense of beauty, that I feel I can hardly bear it.' Ursula, to whom she had appealed, rose with her, moved to the last impersonal depths.

And Birkin seemed to her almost a monster of hateful arrogance.