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Stepping
through
fields
of
flowers
and
taking
to
her
breast
buds
that
had
broken
and
lambs
that
had
fallen
;
with
the
stars
in
her
eyes
and
the
wind
in
her
hair
--
He
had
hold
of
her
bag
.
"
Good-bye
,
Elsie
,
"
she
said
,
and
they
walked
up
the
street
,
she
holding
her
parasol
erect
and
walking
as
if
she
expected
to
meet
some
one
round
the
corner
,
while
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
Charles
Tansley
felt
an
extraordinary
pride
;
a
man
digging
in
a
drain
stopped
digging
and
looked
at
her
,
let
his
arm
fall
down
and
looked
at
her
;
for
the
first
time
in
his
life
Charles
Tansley
felt
an
extraordinary
pride
;
felt
the
wind
and
the
cyclamen
and
the
violets
for
he
was
walking
with
a
beautiful
woman
.
He
had
hold
of
her
bag
.
"
No
going
to
the
Lighthouse
,
James
,
"
he
said
,
as
trying
in
deference
to
Mrs.
Ramsay
to
soften
his
voice
into
some
semblance
of
geniality
at
least
.
Odious
little
man
,
thought
Mrs.
Ramsay
,
why
go
on
saying
that
?
"
Perhaps
you
will
wake
up
and
find
the
sun
shining
and
the
birds
singing
,
"
she
said
compassionately
,
smoothing
the
little
boy
's
hair
,
for
her
husband
,
with
his
caustic
saying
that
it
would
not
be
fine
,
had
dashed
his
spirits
she
could
see
.
This
going
to
the
Lighthouse
was
a
passion
of
his
,
she
saw
,
and
then
,
as
if
her
husband
had
not
said
enough
,
with
his
caustic
saying
that
it
would
not
be
fine
tomorrow
,
this
odious
little
man
went
and
rubbed
it
in
all
over
again
.
"
Perhaps
it
will
be
fine
tomorrow
,
"
she
said
,
smoothing
his
hair
.
All
she
could
do
now
was
to
admire
the
refrigerator
,
and
turn
the
pages
of
the
Stores
list
in
the
hope
that
she
might
come
upon
something
like
a
rake
,
or
a
mowing-machine
,
which
,
with
its
prongs
and
its
handles
,
would
need
the
greatest
skill
and
care
in
cutting
out
.
All
these
young
men
parodied
her
husband
,
she
reflected
;
he
said
it
would
rain
;
they
said
it
would
be
a
positive
tornado
.
But
here
,
as
she
turned
the
page
,
suddenly
her
search
for
the
picture
of
a
rake
or
a
mowing-machine
was
interrupted
.
The
gruff
murmur
,
irregularly
broken
by
the
taking
out
of
pipes
and
the
putting
in
of
pipes
which
had
kept
on
assuring
her
,
though
she
could
not
hear
what
was
said
(
as
she
sat
in
the
window
which
opened
on
the
terrace
)
,
that
the
men
were
happily
talking
;
this
sound
,
which
had
lasted
now
half
an
hour
and
had
taken
its
place
soothingly
in
the
scale
of
sounds
pressing
on
top
of
her
,
such
as
the
tap
of
balls
upon
bats
,
the
sharp
,
sudden
bark
now
and
then
,
"
How
's
that
?
How
's
that
?
"
of
the
children
playing
cricket
,
had
ceased
;
so
that
the
monotonous
fall
of
the
waves
on
the
beach
,
which
for
the
most
part
beat
a
measured
and
soothing
tattoo
to
her
thoughts
and
seemed
consolingly
to
repeat
over
and
over
again
as
she
sat
with
the
children
the
words
of
some
old
cradle
song
,
murmured
by
nature
,
"
I
am
guarding
you
--
I
am
your
support
,
"
but
at
other
times
suddenly
and
unexpectedly
,
especially
when
her
mind
raised
itself
slightly
from
the
task
actually
in
hand
,
had
no
such
kindly
meaning
,
but
like
a
ghostly
roll
of
drums
remorselessly
beat
the
measure
of
life
,
made
one
think
of
the
destruction
of
the
island
and
its
engulfment
in
the
sea
,
and
warned
her
whose
day
had
slipped
past
in
one
quick
doing
after
another
that
it
was
all
ephemeral
as
a
rainbow
--
this
sound
which
had
been
obscured
and
concealed
under
the
other
sounds
suddenly
thundered
hollow
in
her
ears
and
made
her
look
up
with
an
impulse
of
terror
.
They
had
ceased
to
talk
;
that
was
the
explanation
.
