Women in Love by D H Lawrence Chapter 29 Page 112

He looked at her, then looked away again, as if he took no notice of her. But as a matter of fact, she interested him deeply.

‘Isn’t it interesting, Prune,’ said Ursula, turning to her sister, ‘Herr Loerke is doing a great frieze for a factory in Cologne, for the outside, the street.’

She looked at him, at his thin, brown, nervous hands, that were prehensile, and somehow like talons, like ‘griffes,’ inhuman.

‘What IN?’ she asked.

‘AUS WAS?’ repeated Ursula.

‘GRANIT,’ he replied.

It had become immediately a laconic series of question and answer between fellow craftsmen.