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"
Well
done
!
"
James
had
steered
them
like
a
born
sailor
.
There
!
Cam
thought
,
addressing
herself
silently
to
James
.
You
've
got
it
at
last
.
For
she
knew
that
this
was
what
James
had
been
wanting
,
and
she
knew
that
now
he
had
got
it
he
was
so
pleased
that
he
would
not
look
at
her
or
at
his
father
or
at
any
one
.
There
he
sat
with
his
hand
on
the
tiller
sitting
bolt
upright
,
looking
rather
sulky
and
frowning
slightly
.
He
was
so
pleased
that
he
was
not
going
to
let
anybody
share
a
grain
of
his
pleasure
.
His
father
had
praised
him
.
They
must
think
that
he
was
perfectly
indifferent
.
But
you
've
got
it
now
,
Cam
thought
.
They
had
tacked
,
and
they
were
sailing
swiftly
,
buoyantly
on
long
rocking
waves
which
handed
them
on
from
one
to
another
with
an
extraordinary
lilt
and
exhilaration
beside
the
reef
.
On
the
left
a
row
of
rocks
showed
brown
through
the
water
which
thinned
and
became
greener
and
on
one
,
a
higher
rock
,
a
wave
incessantly
broke
and
spurted
a
little
column
of
drops
which
fell
down
in
a
shower
.
One
could
hear
the
slap
of
the
water
and
the
patter
of
falling
drops
and
a
kind
of
hushing
and
hissing
sound
from
the
waves
rolling
and
gambolling
and
slapping
the
rocks
as
if
they
were
wild
creatures
who
were
perfectly
free
and
tossed
and
tumbled
and
sported
like
this
for
ever
.
Now
they
could
see
two
men
on
the
Lighthouse
,
watching
them
and
making
ready
to
meet
them
.
Mr.
Ramsay
buttoned
his
coat
,
and
turned
up
his
trousers
.
He
took
the
large
,
badly
packed
,
brown
paper
parcel
which
Nancy
had
got
ready
and
sat
with
it
on
his
knee
.
Thus
in
complete
readiness
to
land
he
sat
looking
back
at
the
island
.
With
his
long-sighted
eyes
perhaps
he
could
see
the
dwindled
leaf-like
shape
standing
on
end
on
a
plate
of
gold
quite
clearly
.
What
could
he
see
?
Cam
wondered
.
It
was
all
a
blur
to
her
.
What
was
he
thinking
now
?
she
wondered
.
What
was
it
he
sought
,
so
fixedly
,
so
intently
,
so
silently
?
They
watched
him
,
both
of
them
,
sitting
bareheaded
with
his
parcel
on
his
knee
staring
and
staring
at
the
frail
blue
shape
which
seemed
like
the
vapour
of
something
that
had
burnt
itself
away
.
What
do
you
want
?
they
both
wanted
to
ask
.
They
both
wanted
to
say
,
Ask
us
anything
and
we
will
give
it
you
But
he
did
not
ask
them
anything
.
He
sat
and
looked
at
the
island
and
he
might
be
thinking
,
We
perished
,
each
alone
,
or
he
might
be
thinking
,
I
have
reached
it
.
I
have
found
it
;
but
he
said
nothing
.
Then
he
put
on
his
hat
.
"
Bring
those
parcels
,
"
he
said
,
nodding
his
head
at
the
things
Nancy
had
done
up
for
them
to
take
to
the
Lighthouse
.
"
The
parcels
for
the
Lighthouse
men
,
"
he
said
.
He
rose
and
stood
in
the
bow
of
the
boat
,
very
straight
and
tall
,
for
all
the
world
,
James
thought
,
as
if
he
were
saying
,
"
There
is
no
God
,
"
and
Cam
thought
,
as
if
he
were
leaping
into
space
,
and
they
both
rose
to
follow
him
as
he
sprang
,
lightly
like
a
young
man
,
holding
his
parcel
,
on
to
the
rock
.
"
He
must
have
reached
it
,
"
said
Lily
Briscoe
aloud
,
feeling
suddenly
completely
tired
out
.
For
the
Lighthouse
had
become
almost
invisible
,
had
melted
away
into
a
blue
haze
,
and
the
effort
of
looking
at
it
and
the
effort
of
thinking
of
him
landing
there
,
which
both
seemed
to
be
one
and
the
same
effort
,
had
stretched
her
body
and
mind
to
the
utmost
.
Ah
,
but
she
was
relieved
.
Whatever
she
had
wanted
to
give
him
,
when
he
left
her
that
morning
,
she
had
given
him
at
last
.
"
He
has
landed
,
"
she
said
aloud
.
"
It
is
finished
.
"
Then
,
surging
up
,
puffing
slightly
,
old
Mr.
Carmichael
stood
beside
her
,
looking
like
an
old
pagan
god
,
shaggy
,
with
weeds
in
his
hair
and
the
trident
(
it
was
only
a
French
novel
)
in
his
hand
.
He
stood
by
her
on
the
edge
of
the
lawn
,
swaying
a
little
in
his
bulk
and
said
,
shading
his
eyes
with
his
hand
:
"
They
will
have
landed
,
"
and
she
felt
that
she
had
been
right
.
They
had
not
needed
to
speak
.
They
had
been
thinking
the
same
things
and
he
had
answered
her
without
her
asking
him
anything
.
He
stood
there
as
if
he
were
spreading
his
hands
over
all
the
weakness
and
suffering
of
mankind
;
she
thought
he
was
surveying
,
tolerantly
and
compassionately
,
their
final
destiny
.
Now
he
has
crowned
the
occasion
,
she
thought
,
when
his
hand
slowly
fell
,
as
if
she
had
seen
him
let
fall
from
his
great
height
a
wreath
of
violets
and
asphodels
which
,
fluttering
slowly
,
lay
at
length
upon
the
earth
.
