Миссис Дэллоуэй

           Sheheldherhandstoherhead,waitingforhimtosaydidhelikethehatornot,andasshesatthere,waiting,lookingdown,hecouldfeelhermind,likeabird,fallingfrombranchtobranch,andalwaysalighting,quiterightly;hecouldfollowhermind,asshesatthereinoneofthoselooselaxposesthatcametohernaturallyand,ifheshouldsayanything,atonceshesmiled,likeabirdalightingwithallitsclawsfirmuponthebough.

           ButherememberedBradshawsaid,“Thepeoplewearemostfondofarenotgoodforuswhenweareill.”Bradshawsaid,hemustbetaughttorest.Bradshawsaidtheymustbeseparated.

           “Must,”“must,”why“must”?WhatpowerhadBradshawoverhim?“WhatrighthasBradshawtosay‘must’tome?”hedemanded.

           “Itisbecauseyoutalkedofkillingyourself,”saidRezia.(Mercifully,shecouldnowsayanythingtoSeptimus.)

           Sohewasintheirpower!HolmesandBradshawwereonhim!Thebrutewiththerednostrilswassnuffingintoeverysecretplace!“Must”itcouldsay!Wherewerehispapers?thethingshehadwritten?

           Shebroughthimhispapers,thethingshehadwritten,thingsshehadwrittenforhim.Shetumbledthemoutontothesofa.Theylookedatthemtogether.