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And
then
,
opening
her
eyes
,
how
fresh
like
frilled
linen
clean
from
a
laundry
laid
in
wicker
trays
the
roses
looked
;
and
dark
and
prim
the
red
carnations
,
holding
their
heads
up
;
and
all
the
sweet
peas
spreading
in
their
bowls
,
tinged
violet
,
snow
white
,
pale
--
as
if
it
were
the
evening
and
girls
in
muslin
frocks
came
out
to
pick
sweet
peas
and
roses
after
the
superb
summer
's
day
,
with
its
almost
blue-black
sky
,
its
delphiniums
,
its
carnations
,
its
arum
lilies
was
over
;
and
it
was
the
moment
between
six
and
seven
when
every
flower
--
roses
,
carnations
,
irises
,
lilac
--
glows
;
white
,
violet
,
red
,
deep
orange
;
every
flower
seems
to
burn
by
itself
,
softly
,
purely
in
the
misty
beds
;
and
how
she
loved
the
grey-white
moths
spinning
in
and
out
,
over
the
cherry
pie
,
over
the
evening
primroses
!
And
as
she
began
to
go
with
Miss
Pym
from
jar
to
jar
,
choosing
,
nonsense
,
nonsense
,
she
said
to
herself
,
more
and
more
gently
,
as
if
this
beauty
,
this
scent
,
this
colour
,
and
Miss
Pym
liking
her
,
trusting
her
,
were
a
wave
which
she
let
flow
over
her
and
surmount
that
hatred
,
that
monster
,
surmount
it
all
;
and
it
lifted
her
up
and
up
when
--
oh
!
a
pistol
shot
in
the
street
outside
!
"
Dear
,
those
motor
cars
,
"
said
Miss
Pym
,
going
to
the
window
to
look
,
and
coming
back
and
smiling
apologetically
with
her
hands
full
of
sweet
peas
,
as
if
those
motor
cars
,
those
tyres
of
motor
cars
,
were
all
HER
fault
.
The
violent
explosion
which
made
Mrs.
Dalloway
jump
and
Miss
Pym
go
to
the
window
and
apologise
came
from
a
motor
car
which
had
drawn
to
the
side
of
the
pavement
precisely
opposite
Mulberry
's
shop
window
.
Passers-by
who
,
of
course
,
stopped
and
stared
,
had
just
time
to
see
a
face
of
the
very
greatest
importance
against
the
dove-grey
upholstery
,
before
a
male
hand
drew
the
blind
and
there
was
nothing
to
be
seen
except
a
square
of
dove
grey
.
Yet
rumours
were
at
once
in
circulation
from
the
middle
of
Bond
Street
to
Oxford
Street
on
one
side
,
to
Atkinson
's
scent
shop
on
the
other
,
passing
invisibly
,
inaudibly
,
like
a
cloud
,
swift
,
veil-like
upon
hills
,
falling
indeed
with
something
of
a
cloud
's
sudden
sobriety
and
stillness
upon
faces
which
a
second
before
had
been
utterly
disorderly
.
But
now
mystery
had
brushed
them
with
her
wing
;
they
had
heard
the
voice
of
authority
;
the
spirit
of
religion
was
abroad
with
her
eyes
bandaged
tight
and
her
lips
gaping
wide
.
But
nobody
knew
whose
face
had
been
seen
.
Was
it
the
Prince
of
Wales
's
,
the
Queen
's
,
the
Prime
Minister
's
?
Whose
face
was
it
?
Nobody
knew
.
Edgar
J.
Watkiss
,
with
his
roll
of
lead
piping
round
his
arm
,
said
audibly
,
humorously
of
course
:
"
The
Proime
Minister
's
kyar
.
"
Septimus
Warren
Smith
,
who
found
himself
unable
to
pass
,
heard
him
.
Septimus
Warren
Smith
,
aged
about
thirty
,
pale-faced
,
beak-nosed
,
wearing
brown
shoes
and
a
shabby
overcoat
,
with
hazel
eyes
which
had
that
look
of
apprehension
in
them
which
makes
complete
strangers
apprehensive
too
.
The
world
has
raised
its
whip
;
where
will
it
descend
?
