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poor
Miss
Giddings
,
when
he
shouted
that
at
her
,
almost
jumped
out
of
her
skin
.
But
then
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
though
instantly
taking
his
side
against
all
the
silly
Giddingses
in
the
world
,
then
,
she
thought
,
intimating
by
a
little
pressure
on
his
arm
that
he
walked
up
hill
too
fast
for
her
,
and
she
must
stop
for
a
moment
to
see
whether
those
were
fresh
molehills
on
the
bank
,
then
,
she
thought
,
stooping
down
to
look
,
a
great
mind
like
his
must
be
different
in
every
way
from
ours
.
All
the
great
men
she
had
ever
known
,
she
thought
,
deciding
that
a
rabbit
must
have
got
in
,
were
like
that
,
and
it
was
good
for
young
men
(
though
the
atmosphere
of
lecture-rooms
was
stuffy
and
depressing
to
her
beyond
endurance
almost
)
simply
to
hear
him
,
simply
to
look
at
him
.
But
without
shooting
rabbits
,
how
was
one
to
keep
them
down
?
she
wondered
.
It
might
be
a
rabbit
;
it
might
be
a
mole
.
Some
creature
anyhow
was
ruining
her
Evening
Primroses
.
And
looking
up
,
she
saw
above
the
thin
trees
the
first
pulse
of
the
full-throbbing
star
,
and
wanted
to
make
her
husband
look
at
it
;
for
the
sight
gave
her
such
keen
pleasure
.
But
she
stopped
herself
.
He
never
looked
at
things
.
If
he
did
,
all
he
would
say
would
be
,
Poor
little
world
,
with
one
of
his
sighs
At
that
moment
,
he
said
,
"
Very
fine
,
"
to
please
her
,
and
pretended
to
admire
the
flowers
.
But
she
knew
quite
well
that
he
did
not
admire
them
,
or
even
realise
that
they
were
there
.
It
was
only
to
please
her
...
Ah
,
but
was
that
not
Lily
Briscoe
strolling
along
with
William
Bankes
?
She
focussed
her
short-sighted
eyes
upon
the
backs
of
a
retreating
couple
.
Yes
,
indeed
it
was
.
Did
that
not
mean
that
they
would
marry
?
Yes
,
it
must
!
What
an
admirable
idea
!
They
must
marry
!
He
had
been
to
Amsterdam
,
Mr.
Bankes
was
saying
as
he
strolled
across
the
lawn
with
Lily
Briscoe
.
He
had
seen
the
Rembrandts
.
He
had
been
to
Madrid
.
Unfortunately
,
it
was
Good
Friday
and
the
Prado
was
shut
.
He
had
been
to
Rome
.
Had
Miss
Briscoe
never
been
to
Rome
?
Oh
,
she
should
--
It
would
be
a
wonderful
experience
for
her
--
the
Sistine
Chapel
;
Michael
Angelo
;
and
Padua
,
with
its
Giottos
.
His
wife
had
been
in
bad
health
for
many
years
,
so
that
their
sight-seeing
had
been
on
a
modest
scale
.
She
had
been
to
Brussels
;
she
had
been
to
Paris
but
only
for
a
flying
visit
to
see
an
aunt
who
was
ill
.
She
had
been
to
Dresden
;
there
were
masses
of
pictures
she
had
not
seen
;
however
,
Lily
Briscoe
reflected
,
perhaps
it
was
better
not
to
see
pictures
:
they
only
made
one
hopelessly
discontented
with
one
's
own
work
.
Mr.
Bankes
thought
one
could
carry
that
point
of
view
too
far
.
We
ca
n't
all
be
Titians
and
we
ca
n't
all
be
Darwins
,
he
said
;
at
the
same
time
he
doubted
whether
you
could
have
your
Darwin
and
your
Titian
if
it
were
n't
for
humble
people
like
ourselves
.
Lily
would
have
liked
to
pay
him
a
compliment
;
you
're
not
humble
,
Mr.
Bankes
,
she
would
have
liked
to
have
said
.
But
he
did
not
want
compliments
(
most
men
do
,
she
thought
)
,
and
she
was
a
little
ashamed
of
her
impulse
and
said
nothing
while
he
remarked
that
perhaps
what
he
was
saying
did
not
apply
to
pictures
.
Anyhow
,
said
Lily
,
tossing
off
her
little
insincerity
,
she
would
always
go
on
painting
,
because
it
interested
her
.
Yes
,
said
Mr.
Bankes
,
he
was
sure
she
would
,
and
,
as
they
reached
the
end
of
the
lawn
he
was
asking
her
whether
she
had
difficulty
in
finding
subjects
in
London
when
they
turned
and
saw
the
Ramsays
.
So
that
is
marriage
,
Lily
thought
,
a
man
and
a
woman
looking
at
a
girl
throwing
a
ball
.
That
is
what
Mrs.
Ramsay
tried
to
tell
me
the
other
night
,
she
thought
.
For
she
was
wearing
a
green
shawl
,
and
they
were
standing
close
together
watching
Prue
and
Jasper
throwing
catches
.
And
suddenly
the
meaning
which
,
for
no
reason
at
all
,
as
perhaps
they
are
stepping
out
of
the
Tube
or
ringing
a
doorbell
,
descends
on
people
,
making
them
symbolical
,
making
them
representative
,
came
upon
them
,
and
made
them
in
the
dusk
standing
,
looking
,
the
symbols
of
marriage
,
husband
and
wife
.
Then
,
after
an
instant
,
the
symbolical
outline
which
transcended
the
real
figures
sank
down
again
,
and
they
became
,
as
they
met
them
,
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Ramsay
watching
the
children
throwing
catches
.
But
still
for
a
moment
,
though
Mrs.
Ramsay
greeted
them
with
her
usual
smile
(
oh
,
she
's
thinking
we
're
going
to
get
married
,
Lily
thought
)
and
said
,
"
I
have
triumphed
tonight
,
"
meaning
that
for
once
Mr.
Bankes
had
agreed
to
dine
with
them
and
not
run
off
to
his
own
lodging
where
his
man
cooked
vegetables
properly
;
still
,
for
one
moment
,
there
was
a
sense
of
things
having
been
blown
apart
,
of
space
,
of
irresponsibility
as
the
ball
soared
high
,
and
they
followed
it
and
lost
it
and
saw
the
one
star
and
the
draped
branches
.
In
the
failing
light
they
all
looked
sharp-edged
and
ethereal
and
divided
by
great
distances
Then
,
darting
backwards
over
the
vast
space
(
for
it
seemed
as
if
solidity
had
vanished
altogether
)
,
Prue
ran
full
tilt
into
them
and
caught
the
ball
brilliantly
high
up
in
her
left
hand
,
and
her
mother
said
,
"
Have
n't
they
come
back
yet
?
"
whereupon
the
spell
was
broken
.
Mr.
Ramsay
felt
free
now
to
laugh
out
loud
at
the
thought
that
Hume
had
stuck
in
a
bog
and
an
old
woman
rescued
him
on
condition
he
said
the
Lord
's
Prayer
,
and
chuckling
to
himself
he
strolled
off
to
his
study
.
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
bringing
Prue
back
into
throwing
catches
again
,
from
which
she
had
escaped
,
asked
,
"
Did
Nancy
go
with
them
?
"
(
Certainly
,
Nancy
had
gone
with
them
,
since
Minta
Doyle
had
asked
it
with
her
dumb
look
,
holding
out
her
hand
,
as
Nancy
made
off
,
after
lunch
,
to
her
attic
,
to
escape
the
horror
of
family
life
.
She
supposed
she
must
go
then
.
She
did
not
want
to
go
.
She
did
not
want
to
be
drawn
into
it
all
.
For
as
they
walked
along
the
road
to
the
cliff
Minta
kept
on
taking
her
hand
.
Then
she
would
let
it
go
.
Then
she
would
take
it
again
.
What
was
it
she
wanted
?
Nancy
asked
herself
.
There
was
something
,
of
course
,
that
people
wanted
;
for
when
Minta
took
her
hand
and
held
it
,
Nancy
,
reluctantly
,
saw
the
whole
world
spread
out
beneath
her
,
as
if
it
were
Constantinople
seen
through
a
mist
,
and
then
,
however
heavy-eyed
one
might
be
,
one
must
needs
ask
,
"
Is
that
Santa
Sofia
?
"
"
Is
that
the
Golden
Horn
?
"
So
Nancy
asked
,
when
Minta
took
her
hand
.
"
What
is
it
that
she
wants
?
Is
it
that
?
"
And
what
was
that
?
Here
and
there
emerged
from
the
mist
(
as
Nancy
looked
down
upon
life
spread
beneath
her
)
a
pinnacle
,
a
dome
;
prominent
things
,
without
names
.
But
when
Minta
dropped
her
hand
,
as
she
did
when
they
ran
down
the
hillside
,
all
that
,
the
dome
,
the
pinnacle
,
whatever
it
was
that
had
protruded
through
the
mist
,
sank
down
into
it
and
disappeared
.
Minta
,
Andrew
observed
,
was
rather
a
good
walker
.
She
wore
more
sensible
clothes
that
most
women
.
She
wore
very
short
skirts
and
black
knickerbockers
.
She
would
jump
straight
into
a
stream
and
flounder
across
.
He
liked
her
rashness
,
but
he
saw
that
it
would
not
do
--
she
would
kill
herself
in
some
idiotic
way
one
of
these
days
.
She
seemed
to
be
afraid
of
nothing
--
except
bulls
.
At
the
mere
sight
of
a
bull
in
a
field
she
would
throw
up
her
arms
and
fly
screaming
,
which
was
the
very
thing
to
enrage
a
bull
of
course
.
But
she
did
not
mind
owning
up
to
it
in
the
least
;
one
must
admit
that
.
She
knew
she
was
an
awful
coward
about
bulls
,
she
said
.
She
thought
she
must
have
been
tossed
in
her
perambulator
when
she
was
a
baby
.
She
did
n't
seem
to
mind
what
she
said
or
did
.
Suddenly
now
she
pitched
down
on
the
edge
of
the
cliff
and
began
to
sing
some
song
about
Damn
your
eyes
,
damn
your
eyes
.
