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           Nothingelsehadsheoftheslightestimportance;couldnotthink,write,evenplaythepiano.ShemuddledArmeniansandTurks;lovedsuccess;hateddiscomfort;mustbeliked;talkedoceansofnonsense:andtothisday,askherwhattheEquatorwas,andshedidnotknow.Allthesame,thatonedayshouldfollowanother;Wednesday,Thursday,Friday,Saturday;thatoneshouldwakeupinthemorning;seethesky;walkinthepark;meetHughWhitbread;thensuddenlyincamePeter;thentheseroses;itwasenough.Afterthat,howunbelievabledeathwas!—thatitmustend;andnooneinthewholeworldwouldknowhowshehadloveditall;how,everyinstant...

           Thedooropened.Elizabethknewthathermotherwasresting.Shecameinveryquietly.Shestoodperfectlystill.WasitthatsomeMongolhadbeenwreckedonthecoastofNorfolk(asMrs.Hilberysaid),hadmixedwiththeDallowayladies,perhaps,ahundredyearsago?FortheDalloways,ingeneral,werefair-haired;blue-eyed;Elizabeth,onthecontrary,wasdark;hadChineseeyesinapaleface;anOrientalmystery;wasgentle,considerate,still.Asachild,shehadhadaperfectsenseofhumour;butnowatseventeen,why,Clarissacouldnotintheleastunderstand,shehadbecomeveryserious;likeahyacinth,sheathedinglossygreen,withbudsjusttinted,ahyacinthwhichhashadnosun.