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Some
change
at
once
went
through
them
all
,
as
if
this
had
really
happened
,
and
they
were
all
conscious
of
making
a
party
together
in
a
hollow
,
on
an
island
;
had
their
common
cause
against
that
fluidity
out
there
.
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
who
had
been
uneasy
,
waiting
for
Paul
and
Minta
to
come
in
,
and
unable
,
she
felt
,
to
settle
to
things
,
now
felt
her
uneasiness
changed
to
expectation
.
For
now
they
must
come
,
and
Lily
Briscoe
,
trying
to
analyse
the
cause
of
the
sudden
exhilaration
,
compared
it
with
that
moment
on
the
tennis
lawn
,
when
solidity
suddenly
vanished
,
and
such
vast
spaces
lay
between
them
;
and
now
the
same
effect
was
got
by
the
many
candles
in
the
sparely
furnished
room
,
and
the
uncurtained
windows
,
and
the
bright
mask-like
look
of
faces
seen
by
candlelight
.
Some
weight
was
taken
off
them
;
anything
might
happen
,
she
felt
.
They
must
come
now
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
thought
,
looking
at
the
door
,
and
at
that
instant
,
Minta
Doyle
,
Paul
Rayley
,
and
a
maid
carrying
a
great
dish
in
her
hands
came
in
together
.
They
were
awfully
late
;
they
were
horribly
late
,
Minta
said
,
as
they
found
their
way
to
different
ends
of
the
table
.
"
I
lost
my
brooch
--
my
grandmother
's
brooch
,
"
said
Minta
with
a
sound
of
lamentation
in
her
voice
,
and
a
suffusion
in
her
large
brown
eyes
,
looking
down
,
looking
up
,
as
she
sat
by
Mr.
Ramsay
,
which
roused
his
chivalry
so
that
he
bantered
her
.
How
could
she
be
such
a
goose
,
he
asked
,
as
to
scramble
about
the
rocks
in
jewels
?
She
was
by
way
of
being
terrified
of
him
--
he
was
so
fearfully
clever
,
and
the
first
night
when
she
had
sat
by
him
,
and
he
talked
about
George
Eliot
,
she
had
been
really
frightened
,
for
she
had
left
the
third
volume
of
MIDDLEMARCH
in
the
train
and
she
never
knew
what
happened
in
the
end
;
but
afterwards
she
got
on
perfectly
,
and
made
herself
out
even
more
ignorant
than
she
was
,
because
he
liked
telling
her
she
was
a
fool
.
And
so
tonight
,
directly
he
laughed
at
her
,
she
was
not
frightened
.
Besides
,
she
knew
,
directly
she
came
into
the
room
that
the
miracle
had
happened
;
she
wore
her
golden
haze
.
Sometimes
she
had
it
;
sometimes
not
.
She
never
knew
why
it
came
or
why
it
went
,
or
if
she
had
it
until
she
came
into
the
room
and
then
she
knew
instantly
by
the
way
some
man
looked
at
her
.
Yes
,
tonight
she
had
it
,
tremendously
;
she
knew
that
by
the
way
Mr.
Ramsay
told
her
not
to
be
a
fool
.
She
sat
beside
him
,
smiling
.
It
must
have
happened
then
,
thought
Mrs.
Ramsay
;
they
are
engaged
.
And
for
a
moment
she
felt
what
she
had
never
expected
to
feel
again
--
jealousy
.
For
he
,
her
husband
,
felt
it
too
--
Minta
's
glow
;
he
liked
these
girls
,
these
golden-reddish
girls
,
with
something
flying
,
something
a
little
wild
and
harum-scarum
about
them
,
who
did
n't
"
scrape
their
hair
off
,
"
were
n't
,
as
he
said
about
poor
Lily
Briscoe
,
"
skimpy
"
.
There
was
some
quality
which
she
herself
had
not
,
some
lustre
,
some
richness
,
which
attracted
him
,
amused
him
,
led
him
to
make
favourites
of
girls
like
Minta
.
They
might
cut
his
hair
from
him
,
plait
him
watch-chains
,
or
interrupt
him
at
his
work
,
hailing
him
(
she
heard
them
)
,
"
Come
along
,
Mr.
Ramsay
;
it
's
our
turn
to
beat
them
now
,
"
and
out
he
came
to
play
tennis
.
But
indeed
she
was
not
jealous
,
only
,
now
and
then
,
when
she
made
herself
look
in
her
glass
,
a
little
resentful
that
she
had
grown
old
,
perhaps
,
by
her
own
fault
.
(
The
bill
for
the
greenhouse
and
all
the
rest
of
it
.
)
She
was
grateful
to
them
for
laughing
at
him
.
(
"
How
many
pipes
have
you
smoked
today
,
Mr.
Ramsay
?
"
and
so
on
)
,
till
he
seemed
a
young
man
;
a
man
very
attractive
to
women
,
not
burdened
,
not
weighed
down
with
the
greatness
of
his
labours
and
the
sorrows
of
the
world
and
his
fame
or
his
failure
,
but
again
as
she
had
first
known
him
,
gaunt
but
gallant
;
helping
her
out
of
a
boat
,
she
remembered
;
with
delightful
ways
,
like
that
(
she
looked
at
him
,
and
he
looked
astonishingly
young
,
teasing
Minta
)
.
For
herself
--
"
Put
it
down
there
,
"
she
said
,
helping
the
Swiss
girl
to
place
gently
before
her
the
huge
brown
pot
in
which
was
the
boeuf
en
daube
--
for
her
own
part
,
she
liked
her
boobies
.
Paul
must
sit
by
her
.
She
had
kept
a
place
for
him
.
Really
,
she
sometimes
thought
she
liked
the
boobies
best
.
They
did
not
bother
one
with
their
dissertations
.
How
much
they
missed
,
after
all
,
these
very
clever
men
!
How
dried
up
they
did
become
,
to
be
sure
.
There
was
something
,
she
thought
as
he
sat
down
,
very
charming
about
Paul
.
His
manners
were
delightful
to
her
,
and
his
sharp
cut
nose
and
his
bright
blue
eyes
.
He
was
so
considerate
.
Would
he
tell
her
--
now
that
they
were
all
talking
again
--
what
had
happened
?
"
We
went
back
to
look
for
Minta
's
brooch
,
"
he
said
,
sitting
down
by
her
.
"
We
"
--
that
was
enough
.
She
knew
from
the
effort
,
the
rise
in
his
voice
to
surmount
a
difficult
word
that
it
was
the
first
time
he
had
said
"
we
.
"
"
We
did
this
,
we
did
that
.
"
They
'll
say
that
all
their
lives
,
she
thought
,
and
an
exquisite
scent
of
olives
and
oil
and
juice
rose
from
the
great
brown
dish
as
Marthe
,
with
a
little
flourish
,
took
the
cover
off
.
The
cook
had
spent
three
days
over
that
dish
.
And
she
must
take
great
care
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
thought
,
diving
into
the
soft
mass
,
to
choose
a
specially
tender
piece
for
William
Bankes
.
And
she
peered
into
the
dish
,
with
its
shiny
walls
and
its
confusion
of
savoury
brown
and
yellow
meats
and
its
bay
leaves
and
its
wine
,
and
thought
,
This
will
celebrate
the
occasion
--
a
curious
sense
rising
in
her
,
at
once
freakish
and
tender
,
of
celebrating
a
festival
,
as
if
two
emotions
were
called
up
in
her
,
one
profound
--
for
what
could
be
more
serious
than
the
love
of
man
for
woman
,
what
more
commanding
,
more
impressive
,
bearing
in
its
bosom
the
seeds
of
death
;
at
the
same
time
these
lovers
,
these
people
entering
into
illusion
glittering
eyed
,
must
be
danced
round
with
mockery
,
decorated
with
garlands
.
