But there was a wound of sorrow, she had hurt herself, as if she had bruised herself, in annihilating him. She covered up her two young breasts with her hands, covering them to herself; and covering herself with herself, she crouched in bed, to sleep. In the morning the sun shone, she got up strong and dancing. Skrebensky was still at the Marsh. He was coming to church. How lovely, how amazing life was! On the fresh Sunday morning she went out to the garden, among the yellows and the deep-vibrating reds of autumn, she smelled the earth and felt the gossamer, the cornfields across the country were pale and unreal, everywhere was the intense silence of the Sunday morning, filled with unacquainted noises. She smelled the body of the earth, it seemed to stir its powerful flank beneath her as she stood. In the bluish air came the powerful exudation, the peace was the peace of strong, exhausted breathing, the reds and yellows and the white gleam of stubble were the quivers and motion of the last subsiding transports and clear bliss of fulfilment. The church-bells were ringing when he came. She looked up in keen anticipation at his entry. But he was troubled and his pride was hurt. He seemed very much clothed, she was conscious of his tailored suit. “Wasn’t it lovely last night?” she whispered to him. “Yes,” he said. But his face did not open nor become free. The service and the singing in church that morning passed unnoticed by her. She saw the coloured glow of the windows, the forms of the worshippers. Only she glanced at the book of Genesis, which was her favourite book in the Bible. “And God blessed Noah and his sons, and said unto them, Be fruitful and multiply and replenish the earth. “And the fear of you and the dread of you shall be upon every beast of the earth, and upon every fowl of the air, upon all that moveth upon the earth, and upon all the fishes in the sea; into your hand are they delivered. “Every moving thing that liveth shall be meat for you; even as the green herb have I given you all things.” But Ursula was not moved by the history this morning. Multiplying and replenishing the earth bored her. Altogether it seemed merely a vulgar and stock-raising sort of business. She was left quite cold by man’s stock-breeding lordship over beast and fishes. “And you, be ye fruitful and multiply; bring forth abundantly in the earth, and multiply therein.” In her soul she mocked at this multiplication, every cow becoming two cows, every turnip ten turnips. “And God said; This is the token of the covenant which I make between me and you and every living creature that is with you, for perpetual generations; “I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be a token of a covenant between me and the earth. “And it shall come to pass, when I bring a cloud over the earth, that a bow shall be seen in the cloud;