TIME PASSESthey lay with several folds of blackness on their eyes,why not accept this, be content with this, acquiesceand resign? The sigh of all the seas breaking inmeasure round the isles soothed them; the nightwrapped them; nothing broke their sleep, until, thebirds beginning and the dawn weaving their voicesin to its whiteness, a cart grinding, a dog somewherebarking, the sun lifted the curtains, broke the veil ontheir eyes, and Lily Briscoe stirring in her sleepclutched at her blankets as a faller clutches at theturf on the edge of a cliff. Her eyes opened wide.Here she was again, she thought, sitting bolt uprightin bed. Awake.
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