ople; and there remained always the want she could

put no name to。

It was so difficult。 There were so many things; so much to

meet and surpass。 And one never knew where one was going。 It was

a blind fight。 She had suffered bitterly in this school of St。

Philip's。 She was like a young filly that has been broken in to

the shafts; and has lost its freedom。 And now she was suffering

bitterly from the agony of the shafts。 The agony; the galling;

the ignominy of her breaking in。 This wore into her soul。 But

she would never submit。 To shafts like these she would never

submit for long。 But she would know them。 She would serve them

that she might destroy them。

She and Maggie went to all kinds of places together; to big

suffrage meetings in Nottingham; to concerts; to theatres; to

exhibitions of pictures。 Ursula saved her money and bought a

bicycle; and the two girls rode to Lincoln; to Southwell; and

into Derbyshire。 They had an endless wealth of things to talk

about。 And it was a great joy; finding; discovering。

But Ursula never told about Winifred Inger。 That was a sort

of secret side…show to her life; never to be opened。 She did not

even think of it。 It was the closed door she had not the

strength to open。

Once she was broken in to her teaching; Ursula began

gradually to have a new life of her own again。 She was going to