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Chapter 17

           Mrs.Ramsay,whohadbeenuneasy,waitingforPaulandMintatocomein,andunable,shefelt,tosettletothings,nowfeltheruneasinesschangedtoexpectation.Fornowtheymustcome,andLilyBriscoe,tryingtoanalysethecauseofthesuddenexhilaration,compareditwiththatmomentonthetennislawn,whensoliditysuddenlyvanished,andsuchvastspaceslaybetweenthem;andnowthesameeffectwasgotbythemanycandlesinthesparelyfurnishedroom,andtheuncurtainedwindows,andthebrightmask-likelookoffacesseenbycandlelight.Someweightwastakenoffthem;anythingmighthappen,shefelt.Theymustcomenow,Mrs.Ramsaythought,lookingatthedoor,andatthatinstant,MintaDoyle,PaulRayley,andamaidcarryingagreatdishinherhandscameintogether.Theywereawfullylate;theywerehorriblylate,Mintasaid,astheyfoundtheirwaytodifferentendsofthetable.

           "Ilostmybroochmygrandmother’sbrooch,"saidMintawithasoundoflamentationinhervoice,andasuffusioninherlargebrowneyes,lookingdown,lookingup,asshesatbyMr.Ramsay,whichrousedhischivalrysothathebanteredher.

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