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Chapter 17

           Whathadshedonewithit,Mrs.Ramsaywondered,forRose’sarrangementofthegrapesandpears,ofthehornypink-linedshell,ofthebananas,madeherthinkofatrophyfetchedfromthebottomofthesea,ofNeptune’sbanquet,ofthebunchthathangswithvineleavesovertheshoulderofBacchus(insomepicture),amongtheleopardskinsandthetorcheslollopingredandgold...Thusbroughtupsuddenlyintothelightitseemedpossessedofgreatsizeanddepth,waslikeaworldinwhichonecouldtakeone’sstaffandclimbhills,shethought,andgodownintovalleys,andtoherpleasure(foritbroughtthemintosympathymomentarily)shesawthatAugustustoofeastedhiseyesonthesameplateoffruit,plungedin,brokeoffabloomthere,atasselhere,andreturned,afterfeasting,tohishive.Thatwashiswayoflooking,differentfromhers.Butlookingtogetherunitedthem.

           Nowallthecandleswerelitup,andthefacesonbothsidesofthetablewerebroughtnearerbythecandlelight,andcomposed,astheyhadnotbeeninthetwilight,intoapartyroundatable,forthenightwasnowshutoffbypanesofglass,which,farfromgivinganyaccurateviewoftheoutsideworld,rippleditsostrangelythathere,insidetheroom,seemedtobeorderanddryland;there,outside,areflectioninwhichthingswavedandvanished,waterily.

           Somechangeatoncewentthroughthemall,asifthishadreallyhappened,andtheywereallconsciousofmakingapartytogetherinahollow,onanisland;hadtheircommoncauseagainstthatfluidityoutthere.

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