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           “Sotheydon’tknowwhathappened,”shesaid.“Thatdoesseemhardluck,”shesaid(forherservantsstayedlater,iftheyaskedher).“Thatdoesseemratherashame,”shesaid,takingtheoldbald-lookingcushioninthemiddleofthesofaandputtingitinLucy’sarms,andgivingheralittlepush,andcrying:

           “Takeitaway!GiveittoMrs.Walkerwithmycompliments!Takeitaway!”shecried.

           AndLucystoppedatthedrawing-roomdoor,holdingthecushion,andsaid,veryshyly,turningalittlepink,Couldn’tshehelptomendthatdress?

           But,saidMrs.Dalloway,shehadenoughonherhandsalready,quiteenoughofherowntodowithoutthat.

           “But,thankyou,Lucy,oh,thankyou,”saidMrs.Dalloway,andthankyou,thankyou,shewentonsaying(sittingdownonthesofawithherdressoverherknees,herscissors,hersilks),thankyou,thankyou,shewentonsayingingratitudetoherservantsgenerallyforhelpinghertobelikethis,tobewhatshewanted,gentle,generous-hearted.Herservantslikedher.Andthenthisdressofhers—wherewasthetear?andnowherneedletobethreaded.Thiswasafavouritedress,oneofSallyParker’s,thelastalmostsheevermade,alas,forSallyhadnowretired,livingatEaling,andifeverIhaveamoment,thoughtClarissa(butneverwouldshehaveamomentanymore),IshallgoandseeheratEaling.Forshewasacharacter,thoughtClarissa,arealartist.