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"
No
going
to
the
Lighthouse
tomorrow
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
"
he
said
,
asserting
himself
.
He
liked
her
;
he
admired
her
;
he
still
thought
of
the
man
in
the
drain-pipe
looking
up
at
her
;
but
he
felt
it
necessary
to
assert
himself
.
He
was
really
,
Lily
Briscoe
thought
,
in
spite
of
his
eyes
,
but
then
look
at
his
nose
,
look
at
his
hands
,
the
most
uncharming
human
being
she
had
ever
met
.
Then
why
did
she
mind
what
he
said
?
Women
ca
n't
write
,
women
ca
n't
paint
--
what
did
that
matter
coming
from
him
,
since
clearly
it
was
not
true
to
him
but
for
some
reason
helpful
to
him
,
and
that
was
why
he
said
it
?
Why
did
her
whole
being
bow
,
like
corn
under
a
wind
,
and
erect
itself
again
from
this
abasement
only
with
a
great
and
rather
painful
effort
?
She
must
make
it
once
more
.
There
's
the
sprig
on
the
table-cloth
;
there
's
my
painting
;
I
must
move
the
tree
to
the
middle
;
that
matters
--
nothing
else
.
Could
she
not
hold
fast
to
that
,
she
asked
herself
,
and
not
lose
her
temper
,
and
not
argue
;
and
if
she
wanted
revenge
take
it
by
laughing
at
him
?
"
Oh
,
Mr.
Tansley
,
"
she
said
,
"
do
take
me
to
the
Lighthouse
with
you
.
I
should
so
love
it
.
"
She
was
telling
lies
he
could
see
.
She
was
saying
what
she
did
not
mean
to
annoy
him
,
for
some
reason
.
She
was
laughing
at
him
.
He
was
in
his
old
flannel
trousers
.
He
had
no
others
.
He
felt
very
rough
and
isolated
and
lonely
.
He
knew
that
she
was
trying
to
tease
him
for
some
reason
;
she
did
n't
want
to
go
to
the
Lighthouse
with
him
;
she
despised
him
:
so
did
Prue
Ramsay
;
so
did
they
all
.
But
he
was
not
going
to
be
made
a
fool
of
by
women
,
so
he
turned
deliberately
in
his
chair
and
looked
out
of
the
window
and
said
,
all
in
a
jerk
,
very
rudely
,
it
would
be
too
rough
for
her
tomorrow
.
She
would
be
sick
.
It
annoyed
him
that
she
should
have
made
him
speak
like
that
,
with
Mrs.
Ramsay
listening
.
If
only
he
could
be
alone
in
his
room
working
,
he
thought
,
among
his
books
.
That
was
where
he
felt
at
his
ease
.
And
he
had
never
run
a
penny
into
debt
;
he
had
never
cost
his
father
a
penny
since
he
was
fifteen
;
he
had
helped
them
at
home
out
of
his
savings
;
he
was
educating
his
sister
.
Still
,
he
wished
he
had
known
how
to
answer
Miss
Briscoe
properly
;
he
wished
it
had
not
come
out
all
in
a
jerk
like
that
.
"
You
'd
be
sick
.
"
He
wished
he
could
think
of
something
to
say
to
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
something
which
would
show
her
that
he
was
not
just
a
dry
prig
.
That
was
what
they
all
thought
him
.
He
turned
to
her
.
But
Mrs.
Ramsay
was
talking
about
people
he
had
never
heard
of
to
William
Bankes
.
"
Yes
,
take
it
away
,
"
she
said
briefly
,
interrupting
what
she
was
saying
to
William
Bankes
to
speak
to
the
maid
.
"
It
must
have
been
fifteen
--
no
,
twenty
years
ago
--
that
I
last
saw
her
,
"
she
was
saying
,
turning
back
to
him
again
as
if
she
could
not
lose
a
moment
of
their
talk
,
for
she
was
absorbed
by
what
they
were
saying
.
So
he
had
actually
heard
from
her
this
evening
!
And
was
Carrie
still
living
at
Marlow
,
and
was
everything
still
the
same
?
Oh
,
she
could
remember
it
as
if
it
were
yesterday
--
on
the
river
,
feeling
it
as
if
it
were
yesterday
--
going
on
the
river
,
feeling
very
cold
.
But
if
the
Mannings
made
a
plan
they
stuck
to
it
.
Never
should
she
forget
Herbert
killing
a
wasp
with
a
teaspoon
on
the
bank
!
And
it
was
still
going
on
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
mused
,
gliding
like
a
ghost
among
the
chairs
and
tables
of
that
drawing-room
on
the
banks
of
the
Thames
where
she
had
been
so
very
,
very
cold
twenty
years
ago
;
but
now
she
went
among
them
like
a
ghost
;
and
it
fascinated
her
,
as
if
,
while
she
had
changed
,
that
particular
day
,
now
become
very
still
and
beautiful
,
had
remained
there
,
all
these
years
.
Had
Carrie
written
to
him
herself
?
she
asked
.
"
Yes
.
She
says
they
're
building
a
new
billiard
room
,
"
he
said
.
No
!
No
!
That
was
out
of
the
question
!
Building
a
new
billiard
room
!
It
seemed
to
her
impossible
.
Mr.
Bankes
could
not
see
that
there
was
anything
very
odd
about
it
.
They
were
very
well
off
now
.
Should
he
give
her
love
to
Carrie
?
"
Oh
,
"
said
Mrs.
Ramsay
with
a
little
start
,
"
No
,
"
she
added
,
reflecting
that
she
did
not
know
this
Carrie
who
built
a
new
billiard
room
.
But
how
strange
,
she
repeated
,
to
Mr.
Bankes
's
amusement
,
that
they
should
be
going
on
there
still
.
For
it
was
extraordinary
to
think
that
they
had
been
capable
of
going
on
living
all
these
years
when
she
had
not
thought
of
them
more
than
once
all
that
time
.
How
eventful
her
own
life
had
been
,
during
those
same
years
.
Yet
perhaps
Carrie
Manning
had
not
thought
about
her
,
either
.
The
thought
was
strange
and
distasteful
.
