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She
flattered
him
;
she
fooled
him
,
thought
Clarissa
;
shaping
the
woman
,
the
wife
of
the
Major
in
the
Indian
Army
,
with
three
strokes
of
a
knife
.
What
a
waste
!
What
a
folly
!
All
his
life
long
Peter
had
been
fooled
like
that
;
first
getting
sent
down
from
Oxford
;
next
marrying
the
girl
on
the
boat
going
out
to
India
;
now
the
wife
of
a
Major
in
the
Indian
Army
--
thank
Heaven
she
had
refused
to
marry
him
!
Still
,
he
was
in
love
;
her
old
friend
,
her
dear
Peter
,
he
was
in
love
.
"
But
what
are
you
going
to
do
?
"
she
asked
him
.
Oh
the
lawyers
and
solicitors
,
Messrs.
Hooper
and
Grateley
of
Lincoln
's
Inn
,
they
were
going
to
do
it
,
he
said
.
And
he
actually
pared
his
nails
with
his
pocket-knife
.
For
Heaven
's
sake
,
leave
your
knife
alone
!
she
cried
to
herself
in
irrepressible
irritation
;
it
was
his
silly
unconventionality
,
his
weakness
;
his
lack
of
the
ghost
of
a
notion
what
any
one
else
was
feeling
that
annoyed
her
,
had
always
annoyed
her
;
and
now
at
his
age
,
how
silly
!
I
know
all
that
,
Peter
thought
;
I
know
what
I
'm
up
against
,
he
thought
,
running
his
finger
along
the
blade
of
his
knife
,
Clarissa
and
Dalloway
and
all
the
rest
of
them
;
but
I
'll
show
Clarissa
--
and
then
to
his
utter
surprise
,
suddenly
thrown
by
those
uncontrollable
forces
thrown
through
the
air
,
he
burst
into
tears
;
wept
;
wept
without
the
least
shame
,
sitting
on
the
sofa
,
the
tears
running
down
his
cheeks
.
And
Clarissa
had
leant
forward
,
taken
his
hand
,
drawn
him
to
her
,
kissed
him
--
actually
had
felt
his
face
on
hers
before
she
could
down
the
brandishing
of
silver
flashing
--
plumes
like
pampas
grass
in
a
tropic
gale
in
her
breast
,
which
,
subsiding
,
left
her
holding
his
hand
,
patting
his
knee
and
,
feeling
as
she
sat
back
extraordinarily
at
her
ease
with
him
and
light-hearted
,
all
in
a
clap
it
came
over
her
,
If
I
had
married
him
,
this
gaiety
would
have
been
mine
all
day
!
It
was
all
over
for
her
.
The
sheet
was
stretched
and
the
bed
narrow
.
She
had
gone
up
into
the
tower
alone
and
left
them
blackberrying
in
the
sun
.
The
door
had
shut
,
and
there
among
the
dust
of
fallen
plaster
and
the
litter
of
birds
'
nests
how
distant
the
view
had
looked
,
and
the
sounds
came
thin
and
chill
(
once
on
Leith
Hill
,
she
remembered
)
,
and
Richard
,
Richard
!
she
cried
,
as
a
sleeper
in
the
night
starts
and
stretches
a
hand
in
the
dark
for
help
.
Lunching
with
Lady
Bruton
,
it
came
back
to
her
.
He
has
left
me
;
I
am
alone
for
ever
,
she
thought
,
folding
her
hands
upon
her
knee
.
Peter
Walsh
had
got
up
and
crossed
to
the
window
and
stood
with
his
back
to
her
,
flicking
a
bandanna
handkerchief
from
side
to
side
.
Masterly
and
dry
and
desolate
he
looked
,
his
thin
shoulder-blades
lifting
his
coat
slightly
;
blowing
his
nose
violently
.
Take
me
with
you
,
Clarissa
thought
impulsively
,
as
if
he
were
starting
directly
upon
some
great
voyage
;
and
then
,
next
moment
,
it
was
as
if
the
five
acts
of
a
play
that
had
been
very
exciting
and
moving
were
now
over
and
she
had
lived
a
lifetime
in
them
and
had
run
away
,
had
lived
with
Peter
,
and
it
was
now
over
.
Now
it
was
time
to
move
,
and
,
as
a
woman
gathers
her
things
together
,
her
cloak
,
her
gloves
,
her
opera-glasses
,
and
gets
up
to
go
out
of
the
theatre
into
the
street
,
she
rose
from
the
sofa
and
went
to
Peter
.
