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Clarissa
was
really
shocked
.
This
a
Christian
--
this
woman
!
This
woman
had
taken
her
daughter
from
her
!
She
in
touch
with
invisible
presences
!
Heavy
,
ugly
,
commonplace
,
without
kindness
or
grace
,
she
know
the
meaning
of
life
!
"
You
are
taking
Elizabeth
to
the
Stores
?
"
Mrs.
Dalloway
said
.
Miss
Kilman
said
she
was
.
They
stood
there
.
Miss
Kilman
was
not
going
to
make
herself
agreeable
.
She
had
always
earned
her
living
.
Her
knowledge
of
modern
history
was
thorough
in
the
extreme
.
She
did
out
of
her
meagre
income
set
aside
so
much
for
causes
she
believed
in
;
whereas
this
woman
did
nothing
,
believed
nothing
;
brought
up
her
daughter
--
but
here
was
Elizabeth
,
rather
out
of
breath
,
the
beautiful
girl
.
So
they
were
going
to
the
Stores
.
Odd
it
was
,
as
Miss
Kilman
stood
there
(
and
stand
she
did
,
with
the
power
and
taciturnity
of
some
prehistoric
monster
armoured
for
primeval
warfare
)
,
how
,
second
by
second
,
the
idea
of
her
diminished
,
how
hatred
(
which
was
for
ideas
,
not
people
)
crumbled
,
how
she
lost
her
malignity
,
her
size
,
became
second
by
second
merely
Miss
Kilman
,
in
a
mackintosh
,
whom
Heaven
knows
Clarissa
would
have
liked
to
help
.
At
this
dwindling
of
the
monster
,
Clarissa
laughed
.
Saying
good-bye
,
she
laughed
.
Off
they
went
together
,
Miss
Kilman
and
Elizabeth
,
downstairs
.
With
a
sudden
impulse
,
with
a
violent
anguish
,
for
this
woman
was
taking
her
daughter
from
her
,
Clarissa
leant
over
the
bannisters
and
cried
out
,
"
Remember
the
party
!
Remember
our
party
tonight
!
"
But
Elizabeth
had
already
opened
the
front
door
;
there
was
a
van
passing
;
she
did
not
answer
.
Love
and
religion
!
thought
Clarissa
,
going
back
into
the
drawing-room
,
tingling
all
over
.
How
detestable
,
how
detestable
they
are
!
For
now
that
the
body
of
Miss
Kilman
was
not
before
her
,
it
overwhelmed
her
--
the
idea
.
The
cruelest
things
in
the
world
,
she
thought
,
seeing
them
clumsy
,
hot
,
domineering
,
hypocritical
,
eavesdropping
,
jealous
,
infinitely
cruel
and
unscrupulous
,
dressed
in
a
mackintosh
coat
,
on
the
landing
;
love
and
religion
.
Had
she
ever
tried
to
convert
any
one
herself
?
Did
she
not
wish
everybody
merely
to
be
themselves
?
And
she
watched
out
of
the
window
the
old
lady
opposite
climbing
upstairs
.
Let
her
climb
upstairs
if
she
wanted
to
;
let
her
stop
;
then
let
her
,
as
Clarissa
had
often
seen
her
,
gain
her
bedroom
,
part
her
curtains
,
and
disappear
again
into
the
background
.
Somehow
one
respected
that
--
that
old
woman
looking
out
of
the
window
,
quite
unconscious
that
she
was
being
watched
.
There
was
something
solemn
in
it
--
but
love
and
religion
would
destroy
that
,
whatever
it
was
,
the
privacy
of
the
soul
.
The
odious
Kilman
would
destroy
it
.
Yet
it
was
a
sight
that
made
her
want
to
cry
.
