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Chapter 6

           Then,lookingup,asherhusbandpassedheroncemore,shewasrelievedtofindthattheruinwasveiled;domesticitytriumphed;customcrooneditssoothingrhythm,sothatwhenstoppingdeliberately,ashisturncameroundagain,atthewindowhebentquizzicallyandwhimsicallytotickleJames’sbarecalfwithasprigofsomething,shetwittedhimforhavingdispatched"thatpooryoungman,"CharlesTansley.Tansleyhadhadtogoinandwritehisdissertation,hesaid.

           "JameswillhavetowriteHISdissertationoneofthesedays,"headdedironically,flickinghissprig.

           Hatinghisfather,Jamesbrushedawaytheticklingspraywithwhichinamannerpeculiartohim,compoundofseverityandhumour,heteasedhisyoungestson’sbareleg.

           ShewastryingtogetthesetiresomestockingsfinishedtosendtoSorley’slittleboytomorrow,saidMrs.Ramsay.

           Therewasn’ttheslightestpossiblechancethattheycouldgototheLighthousetomorrow,Mr.Ramsaysnappedoutirascibly.

           Howdidheknow?sheasked.Thewindoftenchanged.

           Theextraordinaryirrationalityofherremark,thefollyofwomen’smindsenragedhim.Hehadriddenthroughthevalleyofdeath,beenshatteredandshivered;andnow,sheflewinthefaceoffacts,madehischildrenhopewhatwasutterlyoutofthequestion,ineffect,toldlies.Hestampedhisfootonthestonestep."Damnyou,"hesaid.Butwhathadshesaid?Simplythatitmightbefinetomorrow.Soitmight.

           Notwiththebarometerfallingandthewindduewest.

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