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TO THE LIGHTHOUSECam thought, feeling proud of him without know-ing quite why, had he been there he would havelaunched the lifeboat, he would have reached thewreck, Cam thought. He was so brave, he was soadventurous, Cam thought. But she remembered.There was the compact; to resist tyranny to thedeath. Their grievance weighed them down. Theyhad been forced; they had been bidden. He hadborne them down once more with his gloom and hisauthority, making them do his bidding, on this finemorning, come, because he wished it, carrying theseparcels, to the Lighthouse; take part in these riteshe went through for his own pleasure in memory ofdead people, which they hated, so that they laggedafter him, and all the pleasure of the day was spoilt.

Yes, the breeze was freshening. The boat wasleaning, the water was sliced sharply and fell awayin green cascades, in bubbles, in cataracts. Camlooked down into the foam, into the sea with all itstreasure in it, and its speed hypnotised her, and thetie between her and James sagged a little. It slack-ened a little. She began to think, How fast it goes.Where are we going? and the movement hypnotisedher, while James, with his eye fixed on the sail andon the horizon, steered grimly. But he began tothink as he steered that he might escape; he mightbe quit of it all. They might land somewhere; and246