TO THE LIGHTHOUSE“It will rain,”he remembered his fathersaying. “You won’t be able to go to theLighthouse.”The Lighthouse was then a silvery, misty-looking tower with a yellow eye, [∧]thatopeningedsuddenly,and [∧]softly [∧]in theeveningVW: Line circles insertion indicating position after “softly” in previous line. —andyroowelch. Now—

James looked at the Lighthouse. He couldsee the white-washed rocks; the tower, stark andstraight; he could see that it was barred withblack and white; he could see windows in it; hecould even see washing spread on the rocks to dry.So that was the Lighthouse, was it?

No, the other was also the Lighthouse. Fornothing was simply one thing. The otherLighthouse was true too. It was sometimes hardlyto be seen across the bay. In the evening onelooked up and saw the eye opening and shuttingand the light seemed to reach them in that airysunny garden where they sat.

But he pulled himself up. Whenever he said“they” or “a person”, and then began hearingthe rustle of some one coming, the tinkle of someone going,he became extremely sensitive to thepresence of whoever might be in the room.It was his father now. Unknown hand: Insertion in black pen with line indicating insertion point.or that laugh which ended with threeseparate “ahs”, each less than the last, like dropswrung from the heart of merriment, it meant thathe was drawing near the thing he did not want tothink about (his mother), since it was terrible andhorrible to think of her with his father near; it Unknown hand: Black pen draws a box around this entire passage and runs a diagonal line through it.[%]Unknown hand: Black pen draws a box around this entire passage and runs a diagonal line through it.286
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