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Chapter 1

           SuddenlyMr.Ramsayraisedhisheadashepassedandlookedstraightather,withhisdistraughtwildgazewhichwasyetsopenetrating,asifhesawyou,foronesecond,forthefirsttime,forever;andshepretendedtodrinkoutofheremptycoffeecupsoastoescapehimtoescapehisdemandonher,toputasideamomentlongerthatimperiousneed.Andheshookhisheadather,andstrodeon("Alone"sheheardhimsay,"Perished"sheheardhimsay)andlikeeverythingelsethisstrangemorningthewordsbecamesymbols,wrotethemselvesalloverthegrey-greenwalls.Ifonlyshecouldputthemtogether,shefelt,writethemoutinsomesentence,thenshewouldhavegotatthetruthofthings.OldMr.Carmichaelcamepaddingsoftlyin,fetchedhiscoffee,tookhiscupandmadeofftositinthesun.Theextraordinaryunrealitywasfrightening;butitwasalsoexciting.GoingtotheLighthouse.ButwhatdoesonesendtotheLighthouse?Perished.Alone.Thegrey-greenlightonthewallopposite.Theemptyplaces.Suchweresomeoftheparts,buthowbringthemtogether?sheasked.AsifanyinterruptionwouldbreakthefrailshapeshewasbuildingonthetablesheturnedherbacktothewindowlestMr.Ramsayshouldseeher.Shemustescapesomewhere,bealonesomewhere.Suddenlysheremembered.Whenshehadsattherelasttenyearsagotherehadbeenalittlesprigorleafpatternonthetable-cloth,whichshehadlookedatinamomentofrevelation.Therehadbeenaproblemaboutaforegroundofapicture.Movethetreetothemiddle,shehadsaid.

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