THE WINDOWfelt more and more serene; until, oh, what apity that[∧]they [∧]shoulddo it?[%]—a hand reached out, tooka pear, and spoilt the whole thing. In sympathyshe looked at Rose. She looked at Rose sittingbetween Jasper and Prue. How odd that one’schild should do that!gal43

HB: Pencil line indicating galley 43.How odd to see them sitting there, in a row,her children, Jasper, Rose, Prue, Andrew, almostsilent, but with some joke of their own going on,she guessed, from the twitching at their lips. Itwas something quite apart from everything else,something they were hoarding up to laugh overin their own room. It was not about their father,she hoped. No, she thought not. What wasit, she wondered, sadly rather, for it seemed toher thatthey wouldlaugh whenshe wasnot there.VW: Circled with line to point of insertion after “that”. —saraheilefsonshe would never know what they werelaughing at.There was all that hoarded behindthose rather set, still, mask-like faces, for theydid not join in easily; they were like watchers,surveyors, a little raised or set apart from thegrown-up people. But when she looked at Prueto-night, she saw that itthisVW: Line to point of insertion at cancelled “it”. —saraheilefsonwas not now quite trueof her. She was just beginning, just moving,just descending. The faintest light was on herface, as if the glow of Minta opposite, someexcitement, some anticipation of happiness wasoutsetgal43reflected in HB: Circled in pencil. her, as if the sun of the love of menand women rose over the rim of the table-cloth,169
Resize Images  

Select Pane

Berg Materials

View Pane