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But
,
said
Mrs.
Dalloway
,
she
had
enough
on
her
hands
already
,
quite
enough
of
her
own
to
do
without
that
.
"
But
,
thank
you
,
Lucy
,
oh
,
thank
you
,
"
said
Mrs.
Dalloway
,
and
thank
you
,
thank
you
,
she
went
on
saying
(
sitting
down
on
the
sofa
with
her
dress
over
her
knees
,
her
scissors
,
her
silks
)
,
thank
you
,
thank
you
,
she
went
on
saying
in
gratitude
to
her
servants
generally
for
helping
her
to
be
like
this
,
to
be
what
she
wanted
,
gentle
,
generous-hearted
.
Her
servants
liked
her
.
And
then
this
dress
of
hers
--
where
was
the
tear
?
and
now
her
needle
to
be
threaded
.
This
was
a
favourite
dress
,
one
of
Sally
Parker
's
,
the
last
almost
she
ever
made
,
alas
,
for
Sally
had
now
retired
,
living
at
Ealing
,
and
if
ever
I
have
a
moment
,
thought
Clarissa
(
but
never
would
she
have
a
moment
any
more
)
,
I
shall
go
and
see
her
at
Ealing
.
For
she
was
a
character
,
thought
Clarissa
,
a
real
artist
.
She
thought
of
little
out-of-the-way
things
;
yet
her
dresses
were
never
queer
.
You
could
wear
them
at
Hatfield
;
at
Buckingham
Palace
.
She
had
worn
them
at
Hatfield
;
at
Buckingham
Palace
.
Quiet
descended
on
her
,
calm
,
content
,
as
her
needle
,
drawing
the
silk
smoothly
to
its
gentle
pause
,
collected
the
green
folds
together
and
attached
them
,
very
lightly
,
to
the
belt
.
So
on
a
summer
's
day
waves
collect
,
overbalance
,
and
fall
;
collect
and
fall
;
and
the
whole
world
seems
to
be
saying
"
that
is
all
"
more
and
more
ponderously
,
until
even
the
heart
in
the
body
which
lies
in
the
sun
on
the
beach
says
too
,
That
is
all
.
Fear
no
more
,
says
the
heart
.
Fear
no
more
,
says
the
heart
,
committing
its
burden
to
some
sea
,
which
sighs
collectively
for
all
sorrows
,
and
renews
,
begins
,
collects
,
lets
fall
.
And
the
body
alone
listens
to
the
passing
bee
;
the
wave
breaking
;
the
dog
barking
,
far
away
barking
and
barking
.
"
Heavens
,
the
front-door
bell
!
"
exclaimed
Clarissa
,
staying
her
needle
.
Roused
,
she
listened
.
"
Mrs.
Dalloway
will
see
me
,
"
said
the
elderly
man
in
the
hall
.
"
Oh
yes
,
she
will
see
ME
,
"
he
repeated
,
putting
Lucy
aside
very
benevolently
,
and
running
upstairs
ever
so
quickly
.
"
Yes
,
yes
,
yes
,
"
he
muttered
as
he
ran
upstairs
.
"
She
will
see
me
.
After
five
years
in
India
,
Clarissa
will
see
me
.
"
"
Who
can
--
what
can
,
"
asked
Mrs.
Dalloway
(
thinking
it
was
outrageous
to
be
interrupted
at
eleven
o'clock
on
the
morning
of
the
day
she
was
giving
a
party
)
,
hearing
a
step
on
the
stairs
.
She
heard
a
hand
upon
the
door
.
She
made
to
hide
her
dress
,
like
a
virgin
protecting
chastity
,
respecting
privacy
.
Now
the
brass
knob
slipped
.
Now
the
door
opened
,
and
in
came
--
for
a
single
second
she
could
not
remember
what
he
was
called
!
so
surprised
she
was
to
see
him
,
so
glad
,
so
shy
,
so
utterly
taken
aback
to
have
Peter
Walsh
come
to
her
unexpectedly
in
the
morning
!
(
She
had
not
read
his
letter
.
)
"
And
how
are
you
?
"
said
Peter
Walsh
,
positively
trembling
;
taking
both
her
hands
;
kissing
both
her
hands
.
She
's
grown
older
,
he
thought
,
sitting
down
.
I
sha
n't
tell
her
anything
about
it
,
he
thought
,
for
she
's
grown
older
.
She
's
looking
at
me
,
he
thought
,
a
sudden
embarrassment
coming
over
him
,
though
he
had
kissed
her
hands
.
Putting
his
hand
into
his
pocket
,
he
took
out
a
large
pocket-knife
and
half
opened
the
blade
.
Exactly
the
same
,
thought
Clarissa
;
the
same
queer
look
;
the
same
check
suit
;
a
little
out
of
the
straight
his
face
is
,
a
little
thinner
,
dryer
,
perhaps
,
but
he
looks
awfully
well
,
and
just
the
same
.
