TO THE LIGHTHOUSE(she stood a moment to look out). It was windy, sothat the leaves now and then brushed open a star,and the stars themselves seemed to be shaking anddarting light and trying to flash out between theedges of the leaves. Yes, that was done then, ac-complished; and as with all things done, becamesolemn. Now one thought of it, cleared of chatterand emotion, it seemed always to have been, onlywas shown now and so being shown, struck every-thing into stability. They would, she thought, goingon again, however long they lived, come back to thisnight; this moon; this wind; this house: and toher too. It flattered her, where she was most sus-ceptible of flattery, to think how, wound about intheir hearts, however long they lived she would bewoven; and this, and this, and this, she thought,going upstairs, laughing, but affectionately, at thesofa on the landing (her mother’s); at the rocking-chair (her father’s); at the map of the Hebrides. Allthat would be revived again in the lives of Paul andMinta; "the Rayleys"—she tried the new nameover; and she felt, with her hand on the nurserydoor, that community of feeling with other peoplewhich emotion gives as if the walls of partition hadbecome so thin that practically (the feeling was oneof relief and happiness) it was all one stream, andchairs, tables, maps, were hers, were theirs, it did170
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