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And
Richard
Dalloway
and
Hugh
Whitbread
hesitated
at
the
corner
of
Conduit
Street
at
the
very
moment
that
Millicent
Bruton
,
lying
on
the
sofa
,
let
the
thread
snap
;
snored
.
Contrary
winds
buffeted
at
the
street
corner
.
They
looked
in
at
a
shop
window
;
they
did
not
wish
to
buy
or
to
talk
but
to
part
,
only
with
contrary
winds
buffeting
the
street
corner
,
with
some
sort
of
lapse
in
the
tides
of
the
body
,
two
forces
meeting
in
a
swirl
,
morning
and
afternoon
,
they
paused
.
Some
newspaper
placard
went
up
in
the
air
,
gallantly
,
like
a
kite
at
first
,
then
paused
,
swooped
,
fluttered
;
and
a
lady
's
veil
hung
.
Yellow
awnings
trembled
.
The
speed
of
the
morning
traffic
slackened
,
and
single
carts
rattled
carelessly
down
half-empty
streets
.
In
Norfolk
,
of
which
Richard
Dalloway
was
half
thinking
,
a
soft
warm
wind
blew
back
the
petals
;
confused
the
waters
;
ruffled
the
flowering
grasses
.
Haymakers
,
who
had
pitched
beneath
hedges
to
sleep
away
the
morning
toil
,
parted
curtains
of
green
blades
;
moved
trembling
globes
of
cow
parsley
to
see
the
sky
;
the
blue
,
the
steadfast
,
the
blazing
summer
sky
.
Aware
that
he
was
looking
at
a
silver
two-handled
Jacobean
mug
,
and
that
Hugh
Whitbread
admired
condescendingly
with
airs
of
connoisseurship
a
Spanish
necklace
which
he
thought
of
asking
the
price
of
in
case
Evelyn
might
like
it
--
still
Richard
was
torpid
;
could
not
think
or
move
.
Life
had
thrown
up
this
wreckage
;
shop
windows
full
of
coloured
paste
,
and
one
stood
stark
with
the
lethargy
of
the
old
,
stiff
with
the
rigidity
of
the
old
,
looking
in
.
Evelyn
Whitbread
might
like
to
buy
this
Spanish
necklace
--
so
she
might
.
Yawn
he
must
.
Hugh
was
going
into
the
shop
.
"
Right
you
are
!
"
said
Richard
,
following
.
Goodness
knows
he
did
n't
want
to
go
buying
necklaces
with
Hugh
.
But
there
are
tides
in
the
body
.
Morning
meets
afternoon
.
Borne
like
a
frail
shallop
on
deep
,
deep
floods
,
Lady
Bruton
's
great-grandfather
and
his
memoir
and
his
campaigns
in
North
America
were
whelmed
and
sunk
.
And
Millicent
Bruton
too
.
She
went
under
.
Richard
did
n't
care
a
straw
what
became
of
Emigration
;
about
that
letter
,
whether
the
editor
put
it
in
or
not
.
The
necklace
hung
stretched
between
Hugh
's
admirable
fingers
.
Let
him
give
it
to
a
girl
,
if
he
must
buy
jewels
--
any
girl
,
any
girl
in
the
street
.
For
the
worthlessness
of
this
life
did
strike
Richard
pretty
forcibly
--
buying
necklaces
for
Evelyn
.
If
he
'd
had
a
boy
he
'd
have
said
,
Work
,
work
.
But
he
had
his
Elizabeth
;
he
adored
his
Elizabeth
.
"
I
should
like
to
see
Mr.
Dubonnet
,
"
said
Hugh
in
his
curt
worldly
way
.
It
appeared
that
this
Dubonnet
had
the
measurements
of
Mrs.
Whitbread
's
neck
,
or
,
more
strangely
still
,
knew
her
views
upon
Spanish
jewellery
and
the
extent
of
her
possessions
in
that
line
(
which
Hugh
could
not
remember
)
.
All
of
which
seemed
to
Richard
Dalloway
awfully
odd
.
For
he
never
gave
Clarissa
presents
,
except
a
bracelet
two
or
three
years
ago
,
which
had
not
been
a
success
.
She
never
wore
it
.
It
pained
him
to
remember
that
she
never
wore
it
.
And
as
a
single
spider
's
thread
after
wavering
here
and
there
attaches
itself
to
the
point
of
a
leaf
,
so
Richard
's
mind
,
recovering
from
its
lethargy
,
set
now
on
his
wife
,
Clarissa
,
whom
Peter
Walsh
had
loved
so
passionately
;
and
Richard
had
had
a
sudden
vision
of
her
there
at
luncheon
;
of
himself
and
Clarissa
;
of
their
life
together
;
and
he
drew
the
tray
of
old
jewels
towards
him
,
and
taking
up
first
this
brooch
then
that
ring
,
"
How
much
is
that
?
"
he
asked
,
but
doubted
his
own
taste
.
He
wanted
to
open
the
drawing-room
door
and
come
in
holding
out
something
;
a
present
for
Clarissa
.
Only
what
?
But
Hugh
was
on
his
legs
again
.
He
was
unspeakably
pompous
.
Really
,
after
dealing
here
for
thirty-five
years
he
was
not
going
to
be
put
off
by
a
mere
boy
who
did
not
know
his
business
.
For
Dubonnet
,
it
seemed
,
was
out
,
and
Hugh
would
not
buy
anything
until
Mr.
Dubonnet
chose
to
be
in
;
at
which
the
youth
flushed
and
bowed
his
correct
little
bow
.
It
was
all
perfectly
correct
.
And
yet
Richard
could
n't
have
said
that
to
save
his
life
!
Why
these
people
stood
that
damned
insolence
he
could
not
conceive
.
Hugh
was
becoming
an
intolerable
ass
.
Richard
Dalloway
could
not
stand
more
than
an
hour
of
his
society
.
And
,
flicking
his
bowler
hat
by
way
of
farewell
,
Richard
turned
at
the
corner
of
Conduit
Street
eager
,
yes
,
very
eager
,
to
travel
that
spider
's
thread
of
attachment
between
himself
and
Clarissa
;
he
would
go
straight
to
her
,
in
Westminster
.
But
he
wanted
to
come
in
holding
something
.
Flowers
?
Yes
,
flowers
,
since
he
did
not
trust
his
taste
in
gold
;
any
number
of
flowers
,
roses
,
orchids
,
to
celebrate
what
was
,
reckoning
things
as
you
will
,
an
event
;
this
feeling
about
her
when
they
spoke
of
Peter
Walsh
at
luncheon
;
and
they
never
spoke
of
it
;
not
for
years
had
they
spoken
of
it
;
which
,
he
thought
,
grasping
his
red
and
white
roses
together
(
a
vast
bunch
in
tissue
paper
)
,
is
the
greatest
mistake
in
the
world
.
The
time
comes
when
it
ca
n't
be
said
;
one
's
too
shy
to
say
it
,
he
thought
,
pocketing
his
sixpence
or
two
of
change
,
setting
off
with
his
great
bunch
held
against
his
body
to
Westminster
to
say
straight
out
in
so
many
words
(
whatever
she
might
think
of
him
)
,
holding
out
his
flowers
,
"
I
love
you
.
"
Why
not
?
Really
it
was
a
miracle
thinking
of
the
war
,
and
thousands
of
poor
chaps
,
with
all
their
lives
before
them
,
shovelled
together
,
already
half
forgotten
;
it
was
a
miracle
.
Here
he
was
walking
across
London
to
say
to
Clarissa
in
so
many
words
that
he
loved
her
.
Which
one
never
does
say
,
he
thought
.
Partly
one
's
lazy
;
partly
one
's
shy
.
And
Clarissa
--
it
was
difficult
to
think
of
her
;
except
in
starts
,
as
at
luncheon
,
when
he
saw
her
quite
distinctly
;
their
whole
life
.
He
stopped
at
the
crossing
;
and
repeated
--
being
simple
by
nature
,
and
undebauched
,
because
he
had
tramped
,
and
shot
;
being
pertinacious
and
dogged
,
having
championed
the
down-trodden
and
followed
his
instincts
in
the
House
of
Commons
;
being
preserved
in
his
simplicity
yet
at
the
same
time
grown
rather
speechless
,
rather
stiff
--
he
repeated
that
it
was
a
miracle
that
he
should
have
married
Clarissa
;
a
miracle
--
his
life
had
been
a
miracle
,
he
thought
;
hesitating
to
cross
.
But
it
did
make
his
blood
boil
to
see
little
creatures
of
five
or
six
crossing
Piccadilly
alone
.
The
police
ought
to
have
stopped
the
traffic
at
once
.
He
had
no
illusions
about
the
London
police
.
Indeed
,
he
was
collecting
evidence
of
their
malpractices
;
and
those
costermongers
,
not
allowed
to
stand
their
barrows
in
the
streets
;
and
prostitutes
,
good
Lord
,
the
fault
was
n't
in
them
,
nor
in
young
men
either
,
but
in
our
detestable
social
system
and
so
forth
;
all
of
which
he
considered
,
could
be
seen
considering
,
grey
,
dogged
,
dapper
,
clean
,
as
he
walked
across
the
Park
to
tell
his
wife
that
he
loved
her
.
