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Chapter 1

           KindoldMrs.Beckwithsaidsomethingsensible.Butitwasahousefullofunrelatedpassionsshehadfeltthatalltheevening.AndontopofthischaosMr.Ramsaygotup,pressedherhand,andsaid:"Youwillfindusmuchchanged"andnoneofthemhadmovedorhadspoken;buthadsatthereasiftheywereforcedtolethimsayit.OnlyJames(certainlytheSullen)scowledatthelamp;andCamscrewedherhandkerchiefroundherfinger.ThenheremindedthemthattheyweregoingtotheLighthousetomorrow.Theymustbeready,inthehall,onthestrokeofhalf-pastseven.Then,withhishandonthedoor,hestopped;heturneduponthem.Didtheynotwanttogo?hedemanded.HadtheydaredsayNo(hehadsomereasonforwantingit)hewouldhaveflunghimselftragicallybackwardsintothebitterwatersofdespair.Suchagifthehadforgesture.Helookedlikeakinginexile.DoggedlyJamessaidyes.Camstumbledmorewretchedly.Yes,oh,yes,they’dbothbeready,theysaid.Anditstruckher,thiswastragedynotpalls,dust,andtheshroud;butchildrencoerced,theirspiritssubdued.Jameswassixteen,Cam,seventeen,perhaps.Shehadlookedroundforsomeonewhowasnotthere,forMrs.Ramsay,presumably.ButtherewasonlykindMrs.Beckwithturningoverhersketchesunderthelamp.Then,beingtired,hermindstillrisingandfallingwiththesea,thetasteandsmellthatplaceshaveafterlongabsencepossessingher,thecandleswaveringinhereyes,shehadlostherselfandgoneunder.

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