TO THE LIGHTHOUSEoff the Brompton Road). She opened bedroomwindows. She shut doors. (So she tried to startthe tune of Mrs. Ramsay in her head.) Arrivinglate at night, with a light tap on one's bedroomdoor, wrapped in an old fur coat (for the settingof her beauty was always that—hasty, but apt),she would enact again whatever it might be—Charles Tansley losing his umbrella; Mr. Car-michael snuffling and sniffing; buying haddock;Mr. BankesVW: Line indicates point of insertion for phrase “Mr. Bankes saying”. —peter.shillingsburgsaying“the vegetable salts are lost,VW: The comma becames redundant with the deletion which left a period." said Mr. Bankes.[%]All this she would adroitly shape; even malic-iously twist; and, moving over to the window,in pretence that she must go,—it was dawn, shecould see the sun rising,—half turn back, moreintimately, but still always laughing, insist thatshe must, Minta must, must, must,theyallVW: Circled with line to indicate position. —peter.shillingsburgmust marry,since in the whole world whatever laurels mightbe tossed to her (but Mrs. Ramsay cared not afig for her painting), or triumphs won by her(probably Mrs. Ramsay had had her share ofthose), and here she saddened, darkened, andcame back to her chair, there could be no dis-puting this: an unmarried woman (she lightlytook her hand for a moment, smiling a littletenderly perhaps),[%]an unmarried woman hasmissed the best of life. The house seemed fullof children sleeping and Mrs. Ramsay listening; [∧]by[%]shaded lights to thatandVW: Line indicates point of insertion. —peter.shillingsburgregular breathing.80
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