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14723her presence & the immeasurable comfort of her beauty, for hewrongthought, it was silly to think that he had reproach himself. [?]Neither of them would have lived differently; he to him, worn as sheshe was more beautiful now; worn & old; worried; teased; driven todeath with all these people.

She woke instantly.Could they have lived differently?Well, she said, echoing him dr dreamily.She tried to remember allthat had happened since she had seen him alone: the dinner, & the& Paul'swatch;engagement, & the children being awake, & Andrew in the hallsilentAndrew being so stiff wshy with her: & what else?now

They have gone down to the beach she said,She shut he Her book shut itself on her knee.Mr. Ramsay saidthe engagement he meant.that he supposed they had hit it off - he divined something of the sort.It all seemed to have happened a long time ago; or it seemed as ifto have become part of their own lives,But how explain thatfeeling? as if Mrs. Ramsay thought, It seemed to her that it hadalready melted in to the great thick trunk of fabric oftheir lives, & like a stream which eddies round at first & thenrushes along in the main current.She felt that there wasnothing to be said about it.She felt, especially when she had?start ?nothingbeen reading poetry, thathow little could be said, &that not ?rightly; & she was coming to shrink from talk morejoking& more - not light gossip of course or funabout(that Paul had awash leather bag for his watch) but who could say what shefelt now? about other things - her relationship with her husband, &the children, & one thing happening & then another things, & thesense she had that it was all, somehow, right; & yet sowhyprofoundly tragic - oh yes:when ever she [?] anythinghappened, it was always the tragic was one's first thought oftragedy? & - always death, somehow, dark somehow; ruin coming.Only he would say no. The Through the crepuscular walls of theirintimacy, (for they came astonishingly close now & then) she could