14/105 It was not so much what she said; it was she herself who roused him, roused him with a small, vivid pricking. 'I don't have vermin.' 'And it's not that--it's the QUALITY of the whole thing--paterfamilias laughing and thinking it sport, and throwing the ha'pennies, and materfamilias spreading her fat little knees and eating, continually eating--' replied Gudrun. 'It isn't the boys so much who are vermin; it's the people themselves, the whole body politic, as you call it.' Gerald laughed. 'You shan't go on the launch.' Gudrun flushed quickly at his rebuke. Gerald, like a sentinel, was watching the people who were going on to the boat. |