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           "Well,it’sallhehastocounton,"saidMr.Ramsay."PrayHeavenhewon’tfallinlovewithPrue,"saidMrs.Ramsay.He’ddisinheritherifshemarriedhim,saidMr.Ramsay.Hedidnotlookattheflowers,whichhiswifewasconsidering,butataspotaboutafootorsoabovethem.Therewasnoharminhim,headded,andwasjustabouttosaythatanyhowhewastheonlyyoungmaninEnglandwhoadmiredhis—whenhechokeditback.Hewouldnotbotherheragainabouthisbooks.Theseflowersseemedcreditable,Mr.Ramsaysaid,loweringhisgazeandnoticingsomethingred,somethingbrown.Yes,butthentheseshehadputinwithherownhands,saidMrs.Ramsay.Thequestionwas,whathappenedifshesentbulbsdown;didKennedyplantthem?Itwashisincurablelaziness;sheadded,movingon.Ifshestoodoverhimalldaylongwithaspadeinherhand,hedidsometimesdoastrokeofwork.Sotheystrolledalong,towardsthered-hotpokers."You’reteachingyourdaughterstoexaggerate,"saidMr.Ramsay,reprovingher.HerAuntCamillawasfarworsethanshewas,Mrs.Ramsayremarked."NobodyeverheldupyourAuntCamillaasamodelofvirtuethatI’mawareof,"saidMr.Ramsay."ShewasthemostbeautifulwomanIeversaw,"saidMrs.Ramsay."Somebodyelsewasthat,"saidMr.Ramsay.Pruewasgoingtobefarmorebeautifulthanshewas,saidMrs.Ramsay.Hesawnotraceofit,saidMr.Ramsay."Well,then,looktonight,"saidMrs.Ramsay.Theypaused.HewishedAndrewcouldbeinducedtoworkharder.Hewouldloseeverychanceofascholarshipifhedidn’t.