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She
could
see
the
words
echoing
as
she
spoke
them
rhythmically
in
Cam
's
mind
,
and
Cam
was
repeating
after
her
how
it
was
like
a
mountain
,
a
bird
's
nest
,
a
garden
,
and
there
were
little
antelopes
,
and
her
eyes
were
opening
and
shutting
,
and
Mrs.
Ramsay
went
on
speaking
still
more
monotonously
,
and
more
rhythmically
and
more
nonsensically
,
how
she
must
shut
her
eyes
and
go
to
sleep
and
dream
of
mountains
and
valleys
and
stars
falling
and
parrots
and
antelopes
and
gardens
,
and
everything
lovely
,
she
said
,
raising
her
head
very
slowly
and
speaking
more
and
more
mechanically
,
until
she
sat
upright
and
saw
that
Cam
was
asleep
.
Now
,
she
whispered
,
crossing
over
to
his
bed
,
James
must
go
to
sleep
too
,
for
see
,
she
said
,
the
boar
's
skull
was
still
there
;
they
had
not
touched
it
;
they
had
done
just
what
he
wanted
;
it
was
there
quite
unhurt
.
He
made
sure
that
the
skull
was
still
there
under
the
shawl
.
But
he
wanted
to
ask
her
something
more
.
Would
they
go
to
the
Lighthouse
tomorrow
?
No
,
not
tomorrow
,
she
said
,
but
soon
,
she
promised
him
;
the
next
fine
day
.
He
was
very
good
.
He
lay
down
.
She
covered
him
up
.
But
he
would
never
forget
,
she
knew
,
and
she
felt
angry
with
Charles
Tansley
,
with
her
husband
,
and
with
herself
,
for
she
had
raised
his
hopes
.
Then
feeling
for
her
shawl
and
remembering
that
she
had
wrapped
it
round
the
boar
's
skull
,
she
got
up
,
and
pulled
the
window
down
another
inch
or
two
,
and
heard
the
wind
,
and
got
a
breath
of
the
perfectly
indifferent
chill
night
air
and
murmured
good
night
to
Mildred
and
left
the
room
and
let
the
tongue
of
the
door
slowly
lengthen
in
the
lock
and
went
out
.
She
hoped
he
would
not
bang
his
books
on
the
floor
above
their
heads
,
she
thought
,
still
thinking
how
annoying
Charles
Tansley
was
.
For
neither
of
them
slept
well
;
they
were
excitable
children
,
and
since
he
said
things
like
that
about
the
Lighthouse
,
it
seemed
to
her
likely
that
he
would
knock
a
pile
of
books
over
,
just
as
they
were
going
to
sleep
,
clumsily
sweeping
them
off
the
table
with
his
elbow
.
For
she
supposed
that
he
had
gone
upstairs
to
work
.
Yet
he
looked
so
desolate
;
yet
she
would
feel
relieved
when
he
went
;
yet
she
would
see
that
he
was
better
treated
tomorrow
;
yet
he
was
admirable
with
her
husband
;
yet
his
manners
certainly
wanted
improving
;
yet
she
liked
his
laugh
--
thinking
this
,
as
she
came
downstairs
,
she
noticed
that
she
could
now
see
the
moon
itself
through
the
staircase
window
--
the
yellow
harvest
moon
--
and
turned
,
and
they
saw
her
,
standing
above
them
on
the
stairs
.
"
That
's
my
mother
,
"
thought
Prue
.
Yes
;
Minta
should
look
at
her
;
Paul
Rayley
should
look
at
her
.
That
is
the
thing
itself
,
she
felt
,
as
if
there
were
only
one
person
like
that
in
the
world
;
her
mother
.
And
,
from
having
been
quite
grown
up
,
a
moment
before
,
talking
with
the
others
,
she
became
a
child
again
,
and
what
they
had
been
doing
was
a
game
,
and
would
her
mother
sanction
their
game
,
or
condemn
it
,
she
wondered
.
And
thinking
what
a
chance
it
was
for
Minta
and
Paul
and
Lily
to
see
her
,
and
feeling
what
an
extraordinary
stroke
of
fortune
it
was
for
her
,
to
have
her
,
and
how
she
would
never
grow
up
and
never
leave
home
,
she
said
,
like
a
child
,
"
We
thought
of
going
down
to
the
beach
to
watch
the
waves
.
"
Instantly
,
for
no
reason
at
all
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
became
like
a
girl
of
twenty
,
full
of
gaiety
.
A
mood
of
revelry
suddenly
took
possession
of
her
.
Of
course
they
must
go
;
of
course
they
must
go
,
she
cried
,
laughing
;
and
running
down
the
last
three
or
four
steps
quickly
,
she
began
turning
from
one
to
the
other
and
laughing
and
drawing
Minta
's
wrap
round
her
and
saying
she
only
wished
she
could
come
too
,
and
would
they
be
very
late
,
and
had
any
of
them
got
a
watch
?
"
Yes
,
Paul
has
,
"
said
Minta
.
Paul
slipped
a
beautiful
gold
watch
out
of
a
little
wash-leather
case
to
show
her
.
And
as
he
held
it
in
the
palm
of
his
hand
before
her
,
he
felt
,
"
She
knows
all
about
it
.
I
need
not
say
anything
.
"
He
was
saying
to
her
as
he
showed
her
the
watch
,
"
I
've
done
it
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
.
I
owe
it
all
to
you
.
"
And
seeing
the
gold
watch
lying
in
his
hand
,
Mrs.
Ramsay
felt
,
How
extraordinarily
lucky
Minta
is
!
She
is
marrying
a
man
who
has
a
gold
watch
in
a
wash-leather
bag
!
"
How
I
wish
I
could
come
with
you
!
"
she
cried
