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Chapter 11

           Sheknittedwithfirmcomposure,slightlypursingherlipsand,withoutbeingawareofit,sostiffenedandcomposedthelinesofherfaceinahabitofsternnessthatwhenherhusbandpassed,thoughhewaschucklingatthethoughtthatHume,thephilosopher,grownenormouslyfat,hadstuckinabog,hecouldnothelpnoting,ashepassed,thesternnessattheheartofherbeauty.Itsaddenedhim,andherremotenesspainedhim,andhefelt,ashepassed,thathecouldnotprotecther,and,whenhereachedthehedge,hewassad.Hecoulddonothingtohelpher.Hemuststandbyandwatchher.Indeed,theinfernaltruthwas,hemadethingsworseforher.Hewasirritablehewastouchy.HehadlosthistemperovertheLighthouse.Helookedintothehedge,intoitsintricacy,itsdarkness.

           Always,Mrs.Ramsayfelt,onehelpedoneselfoutofsolitudereluctantlybylayingholdofsomelittleoddorend,somesound,somesight.Shelistened,butitwasallverystill;cricketwasover;thechildrenwereintheirbaths;therewasonlythesoundofthesea.Shestoppedknitting;sheheldthelongreddish-brownstockingdanglinginherhandsamoment.Shesawthelightagain.

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