THE WINDOWthe sky, observed that the flock of starlings whichJasper had routed with his gun had settled on thetops of the elm trees.5

“And even if it isn't fine to-morrow," saidMrs. Ramsay, raising her eyes to glance atWilliam Bankes and Lily Briscoe as they passed,“it will be another day. And now," she said,thinking that Lily’s charm was her Chinese eyes,gal.10aslant in her white, puckered Pencil mark indicating galley. little face, but itwould take a clever man to see it, "and now standup, and let me measure your leg," for they mightgo to the Lighthouse after all, and she must seeif the stocking did not need to be an inch or twolonger[∧].in the leg.

Smiling, for it was an admirable idea, thathad flashed upon her this very second—thatcoupleWilliam& Lilyshould marry—she took the heathermixture stocking, with its criss-cross of steelneedles at the mouth of it, and measured itagainst James’s leg.

“My dear, stand still," she said, for in hisjealousy, not liking to serve as measuring blockfor the Lighthouse keeper’s little boy, Jamesfidgeted purposely; and if he did that, how couldshe see, was it too long, was it too short?she asked.45
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