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217of the three strokes.The third stroke was her stroke; but what did she mean by that?She was singularly dumb. She found herself sitting & looking,sitting & looking, until she almost became the thing she looked at.And shesaid to herself;I amit will all have to end.Children never forget, she was growing old;we are in the hands of no she never said thatthe Lord. - Butthough she used those words, she did not meanAnd the light wentcame &w & went;it was ruthless; ithad no pity; & itpart had becomepart of her thoughtsbut the futilityof the wordsseemed to& it was not that.for a tree, for astream,for anything;as foroneself;a lakeShe gazedwhy one felanythinglikethatMysteriouswordMystery of oneself, onesThe bride & the lover -the relationbetweenoneself & it - &being it?with [?] times soorthem at all; but No.She was much felt much morein sympathy with the long third stroke, which she sawbent, half on the bed, half on the floor, when she woke upat night.She looked up over her knitting.Howcould any Lord have made a world like this? AndAndPrecisely.She looked up over her knitting, meeting the thirdstroke which somehow seemedto her like her own eyes meeting herown eyes; & yet of course forIt was odd how when one was alonethat they expressed thingsin one, became part of one,some one felt these leanings towardsthings which had nobearing on ones own life; so that oneattributedhow one felt that irrational tenderness; how one felt (thatjust sitting here alone knitting) as if inside, far down,there rose up like a wraith, like a mist curling offrisingwater, some ghost, some bride,to meet the lover.She wasIndeed what happened was simplyWhen She She would tryto get it all straight one of thesedays, when they wereall grown up; - For certainly there was awhen&like thisthe children went to bed,she sat knitting, alone; then &then she liked to besure that there was something there:what found thisthing in her; she found herself & as shewas sitting here, she connected naturally with thelighthouse; &Oftenthings in her: & looking at the lighthouse,she connected itshe had that queer association; no doubtsome peoplehad it,butwith the light, which was soas it came & went, seemed to have herjust seemed to her -what could she call it? -BForhow could any Lordhave made this world? How indeed?with its vice, itstorture. No;They had not come back. They might bekilled.There was no treachery too base forthe world to commit.Of that she