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"
Yet
,
"
said
Sally
,
"
when
I
heard
Clarissa
was
giving
a
party
,
I
felt
I
could
n't
NOT
come
--
must
see
her
again
(
and
I
'm
staying
in
Victoria
Street
,
practically
next
door
)
.
So
I
just
came
without
an
invitation
.
But
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
tell
me
,
do
.
Who
is
this
?
"
It
was
Mrs.
Hilbery
,
looking
for
the
door
.
For
how
late
it
was
getting
!
And
,
she
murmured
,
as
the
night
grew
later
,
as
people
went
,
one
found
old
friends
;
quiet
nooks
and
corners
;
and
the
loveliest
views
.
Did
they
know
,
she
asked
,
that
they
were
surrounded
by
an
enchanted
garden
?
Lights
and
trees
and
wonderful
gleaming
lakes
and
the
sky
.
Just
a
few
fairy
lamps
,
Clarissa
Dalloway
had
said
,
in
the
back
garden
!
But
she
was
a
magician
!
It
was
a
park
...
And
she
did
n't
know
their
names
,
but
friends
she
knew
they
were
,
friends
without
names
,
songs
without
words
,
always
the
best
.
But
there
were
so
many
doors
,
such
unexpected
places
,
she
could
not
find
her
way
.
"
Old
Mrs.
Hilbery
,
"
said
Peter
;
but
who
was
that
?
that
lady
standing
by
the
curtain
all
the
evening
,
without
speaking
?
He
knew
her
face
;
connected
her
with
Bourton
.
Surely
she
used
to
cut
up
underclothes
at
the
large
table
in
the
window
?
Davidson
,
was
that
her
name
?
"
Oh
,
that
is
Ellie
Henderson
,
"
said
Sally
.
Clarissa
was
really
very
hard
on
her
.
She
was
a
cousin
,
very
poor
.
Clarissa
WAS
hard
on
people
.
She
was
rather
,
said
Peter
.
Yet
,
said
Sally
,
in
her
emotional
way
,
with
a
rush
of
that
enthusiasm
which
Peter
used
to
love
her
for
,
yet
dreaded
a
little
now
,
so
effusive
she
might
become
--
how
generous
to
her
friends
Clarissa
was
!
and
what
a
rare
quality
one
found
it
,
and
how
sometimes
at
night
or
on
Christmas
Day
,
when
she
counted
up
her
blessings
,
she
put
that
friendship
first
.
They
were
young
;
that
was
it
.
Clarissa
was
pure-hearted
;
that
was
it
.
Peter
would
think
her
sentimental
.
So
she
was
.
For
she
had
come
to
feel
that
it
was
the
only
thing
worth
saying
--
what
one
felt
.
Cleverness
was
silly
.
One
must
say
simply
what
one
felt
.
"
But
I
do
not
know
,
"
said
Peter
Walsh
,
"
what
I
feel
.
"
Poor
Peter
,
thought
Sally
.
Why
did
not
Clarissa
come
and
talk
to
them
?
That
was
what
he
was
longing
for
.
She
knew
it
.
All
the
time
he
was
thinking
only
of
Clarissa
,
and
was
fidgeting
with
his
knife
.
He
had
not
found
life
simple
,
Peter
said
.
His
relations
with
Clarissa
had
not
been
simple
.
It
had
spoilt
his
life
,
he
said
.
(
They
had
been
so
intimate
--
he
and
Sally
Seton
,
it
was
absurd
not
to
say
it
.
)
One
could
not
be
in
love
twice
,
he
said
.
And
what
could
she
say
?
Still
,
it
is
better
to
have
loved
(
but
he
would
think
her
sentimental
--
he
used
to
be
so
sharp
)
.
He
must
come
and
stay
with
them
in
Manchester
.
That
is
all
very
true
,
he
said
.
All
very
true
.
He
would
love
to
come
and
stay
with
them
,
directly
he
had
done
what
he
had
to
do
in
London
.
