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3271Sept12thIt was like that then, James thought. The sight confirmed him in somenotion of his, some latent idea which it pleased him to havesome obscuresense that heof his owncharacter;& the nature of thingsabout himself, about the world, which it pleased him to find come true. -He had, then, been right then in supposing that theyet what could it be?That he hadTheThere was a vast sweep of waters, & here & there a solitary rock. He alone, he thought, had tha of all of them shared thisthis suspicionas to thetruenature of thingsthis nature, this belief, with his father.Theold ladies said,went chivying the ?sun about on the lawn; Mrs. Beckwithwa for example; & they said how charming & how sweet & how nice & allthat: & D'ya remember your mother?Whereas, as a matter of fact,thought James,the world is like this:wild & desolate;That waswhat his father knew too.He looked at the lighthouse,standing black & white on its rock, with the sea spreading endlesslybeyond it.That wha was what his father knew too.The sea goes away endlessly over there; it is grey, even in spiteof the sun even;He looked at the Lighthouse & the sea beyond;but onlyHis father knew it too. It was theHis father went further. He thought"We are driving before a gale - We aredoo bound to sink.He looked at readingHis father read, with his legs curled round eachHe read steadily.other.The bookThat he w

It was Greek, Cam thought, Latin or Greek. He always readthat book on a journey.And he seemed to have been reading forhours & hours now.Nobody had spoken for an age.She had looked up into the sky;One cloud moved very slowly.She had gazed downinto the sea.Little bits of black corkfloated past.She had imagined them dying, like these fish,beating their tails up & down in a pool of water on thebottom of the boat;She had imagined the drowning