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Chapter 12

           Didheevennoticehisowndaughter’sbeauty,orwhethertherewaspuddingonhisplateorroastbeef?Hewouldsitattablewiththemlikeapersoninadream.Andhishabitoftalkingaloud,orsayingpoetryaloud,wasgrowingonhim,shewasafraid;forsometimesitwasawkward

           Bestandbrightestcomeaway!

           poorMissGiddings,whenheshoutedthatather,almostjumpedoutofherskin.Butthen,Mrs.Ramsay,thoughinstantlytakinghissideagainstallthesillyGiddingsesintheworld,then,shethought,intimatingbyalittlepressureonhisarmthathewalkeduphilltoofastforher,andshemuststopforamomenttoseewhetherthosewerefreshmolehillsonthebank,then,shethought,stoopingdowntolook,agreatmindlikehismustbedifferentineverywayfromours.Allthegreatmenshehadeverknown,shethought,decidingthatarabbitmusthavegotin,werelikethat,anditwasgoodforyoungmen(thoughtheatmosphereoflecture-roomswasstuffyanddepressingtoherbeyondendurancealmost)simplytohearhim,simplytolookathim.Butwithoutshootingrabbits,howwasonetokeepthemdown?shewondered.Itmightbearabbit;itmightbeamole.SomecreatureanyhowwasruiningherEveningPrimroses.Andlookingup,shesawabovethethintreesthefirstpulseofthefull-throbbingstar,andwantedtomakeherhusbandlookatit;forthesightgavehersuchkeenpleasure.Butshestoppedherself.Heneverlookedatthings.Ifhedid,allhewouldsaywouldbe,Poorlittleworld,withoneofhissighs

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