THE WINDOWlodgings except for tonight; and in pity for him,life being now strong enough to bear her on again,she began all this business, as a sailor not withoutweariness sees the wind fill his sail and yet hardlywants to be off again and thinks how, had the shipsunk, he would have whirled round and round andfound rest on the floor of the sea.

"Did you find your letters? I told them to putthem in the hall for you," she said to WilliamBankes.

Lily Briscoe watched her drifting into thatstrange no-man’s land where to follow people is im-possible and yet their going inflicts such a chill onthose who watch them that they always try at leastto follow them with their eyes as one follows afading ship until the sails have sunk beneath thehorizon.

How old she looks, how worn she looks, Lilythought, and how remote. Then when she turned toWilliam Bankes, smiling, it was as if the ship hadturned and the sun had struck its sails again, andLily thought with some amusement because she wasrelieved, Why does she pity him? For that was theimpression she gave, when she told him that hisletters were in the hall. Poor William Bankes, sheseemed to be saying, as if her own weariness hadbeen partly pitying people, and the life in her, her127
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