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Miss
Kilman
took
another
cup
of
tea
.
Elizabeth
,
with
her
oriental
bearing
,
her
inscrutable
mystery
,
sat
perfectly
upright
;
no
,
she
did
not
want
anything
more
.
She
looked
for
her
gloves
--
her
white
gloves
.
They
were
under
the
table
.
Ah
,
but
she
must
not
go
!
Miss
Kilman
could
not
let
her
go
!
this
youth
,
that
was
so
beautiful
,
this
girl
,
whom
she
genuinely
loved
!
Her
large
hand
opened
and
shut
on
the
table
.
But
perhaps
it
was
a
little
flat
somehow
,
Elizabeth
felt
.
And
really
she
would
like
to
go
.
But
said
Miss
Kilman
,
"
I
've
not
quite
finished
yet
.
"
Of
course
,
then
,
Elizabeth
would
wait
.
But
it
was
rather
stuffy
in
here
.
"
Are
you
going
to
the
party
to-night
?
"
Miss
Kilman
said
.
Elizabeth
supposed
she
was
going
;
her
mother
wanted
her
to
go
.
She
must
not
let
parties
absorb
her
,
Miss
Kilman
said
,
fingering
the
last
two
inches
of
a
chocolate
éclair
.
She
did
not
much
like
parties
,
Elizabeth
said
.
Miss
Kilman
opened
her
mouth
,
slightly
projected
her
chin
,
and
swallowed
down
the
last
inches
of
the
chocolate
éclair
,
then
wiped
her
fingers
,
and
washed
the
tea
round
in
her
cup
.
She
was
about
to
split
asunder
,
she
felt
.
The
agony
was
so
terrific
.
If
she
could
grasp
her
,
if
she
could
clasp
her
,
if
she
could
make
her
hers
absolutely
and
forever
and
then
die
;
that
was
all
she
wanted
.
But
to
sit
here
,
unable
to
think
of
anything
to
say
;
to
see
Elizabeth
turning
against
her
;
to
be
felt
repulsive
even
by
her
--
it
was
too
much
;
she
could
not
stand
it
.
The
thick
fingers
curled
inwards
.
"
I
never
go
to
parties
,
"
said
Miss
Kilman
,
just
to
keep
Elizabeth
from
going
.
"
People
do
n't
ask
me
to
parties
"
--
and
she
knew
as
she
said
it
that
it
was
this
egotism
that
was
her
undoing
;
Mr.
Whittaker
had
warned
her
;
but
she
could
not
help
it
.
She
had
suffered
so
horribly
.
"
Why
should
they
ask
me
?
"
she
said
.
"
I
'm
plain
,
I
'm
unhappy
.
"
She
knew
it
was
idiotic
.
But
it
was
all
those
people
passing
--
people
with
parcels
who
despised
her
,
who
made
her
say
it
.
However
,
she
was
Doris
Kilman
.
She
had
her
degree
.
She
was
a
woman
who
had
made
her
way
in
the
world
.
Her
knowledge
of
modern
history
was
more
than
respectable
.
"
I
do
n't
pity
myself
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
pity
"
--
she
meant
to
say
"
your
mother
"
but
no
,
she
could
not
,
not
to
Elizabeth
.
"
I
pity
other
people
,
"
she
said
,
"
more
.
"
Like
some
dumb
creature
who
has
been
brought
up
to
a
gate
for
an
unknown
purpose
,
and
stands
there
longing
to
gallop
away
,
Elizabeth
Dalloway
sat
silent
.
Was
Miss
Kilman
going
to
say
anything
more
?
