TO THE LIGHTHOUSEspectacles and laughed at them. What they saidshe could not remember, but only she and Charlesthrowing stones and getting on very well all of asudden and Mrs. Ramsay HB: Black pencil mark indicating beginning of galley 62watching them. Shegal62was highly conscious of that. Mrs. Ramsay, shethought, stepping back and screwing up her eyes.(It must have altered the design a good deal whenshe was sitting on the step with James. Theremust have been a shadow.) When she thoughtof herself and Charles throwing ducks and drakesand of the cask or the boat and[%]of the whole sceneon the beach, it seemed to depend somehow uponMrs. Ramsay sitting under the rock, with a padon her knee, writing letters. (She wrote in-numerable letters, and sometimes the wind tookthem and she and Charles just saved a page fromthe sea.) But what a power was in the humansoul! she thought. That woman sitting there,writing under the rock resolved everything intosimplicity; made these angers, irritations fall offlike old rags; she brought together this and thatand then this, and so made out of that miserablesilliness and spite (she and Charles squabbling,sparring, had been silly and spiteful) something—this scene on the beach for example, this momentof friendship and liking,[∧](—)which survived, re-mained[%]after all these years complete, so that shedipped into it to re-fashion her memory of him,248
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