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He
began
,
very
cautiously
,
to
open
his
eyes
,
to
see
whether
a
gramophone
was
really
there
.
But
real
things
--
real
things
were
too
exciting
.
He
must
be
cautious
.
He
would
not
go
mad
.
First
he
looked
at
the
fashion
papers
on
the
lower
shelf
,
then
,
gradually
at
the
gramophone
with
the
green
trumpet
.
Nothing
could
be
more
exact
.
And
so
,
gathering
courage
,
he
looked
at
the
sideboard
;
the
plate
of
bananas
;
the
engraving
of
Queen
Victoria
and
the
Prince
Consort
;
at
the
mantelpiece
,
with
the
jar
of
roses
.
None
of
these
things
moved
.
All
were
still
;
all
were
real
.
"
She
is
a
woman
with
a
spiteful
tongue
,
"
said
Rezia
.
"
What
does
Mr.
Peters
do
?
"
Septimus
asked
.
"
Ah
,
"
said
Rezia
,
trying
to
remember
.
She
thought
Mrs.
Filmer
had
said
that
he
travelled
for
some
company
.
"
Just
now
he
is
in
Hull
,
"
she
said
.
"
Just
now
!
"
She
said
that
with
her
Italian
accent
.
She
said
that
herself
.
He
shaded
his
eyes
so
that
he
might
see
only
a
little
of
her
face
at
a
time
,
first
the
chin
,
then
the
nose
,
then
the
forehead
,
in
case
it
were
deformed
,
or
had
some
terrible
mark
on
it
.
But
no
,
there
she
was
,
perfectly
natural
,
sewing
,
with
the
pursed
lips
that
women
have
,
the
set
,
the
melancholy
expression
,
when
sewing
.
But
there
was
nothing
terrible
about
it
,
he
assured
himself
,
looking
a
second
time
,
a
third
time
at
her
face
,
her
hands
,
for
what
was
frightening
or
disgusting
in
her
as
she
sat
there
in
broad
daylight
,
sewing
?
Mrs.
Peters
had
a
spiteful
tongue
.
Mr.
Peters
was
in
Hull
.
Why
then
rage
and
prophesy
?
Why
fly
scourged
and
outcast
?
Why
be
made
to
tremble
and
sob
by
the
clouds
?
Why
seek
truths
and
deliver
messages
when
Rezia
sat
sticking
pins
into
the
front
of
her
dress
,
and
Mr.
Peters
was
in
Hull
?
Miracles
,
revelations
,
agonies
,
loneliness
,
falling
through
the
sea
,
down
,
down
into
the
flames
,
all
were
burnt
out
,
for
he
had
a
sense
,
as
he
watched
Rezia
trimming
the
straw
hat
for
Mrs.
Peters
,
of
a
coverlet
of
flowers
.
"
It
's
too
small
for
Mrs.
Peters
,
"
said
Septimus
.
For
the
first
time
for
days
he
was
speaking
as
he
used
to
do
!
Of
course
it
was
--
absurdly
small
,
she
said
.
But
Mrs.
Peters
had
chosen
it
.
He
took
it
out
of
her
hands
.
He
said
it
was
an
organ
grinder
's
monkey
's
hat
.
How
it
rejoiced
her
that
!
Not
for
weeks
had
they
laughed
like
this
together
,
poking
fun
privately
like
married
people
.
What
she
meant
was
that
if
Mrs.
Filmer
had
come
in
,
or
Mrs.
Peters
or
anybody
they
would
not
have
understood
what
she
and
Septimus
were
laughing
at
.
