FIRST PROOF305-322 Old copy- new copyrcd 3/16/27THE LIGHTHOUSEcase among the pebbles. “Oh dear! What anuisance! Lost again. Don’t bother, Mr.Tansley. I lose thousands every summer," atwhich he pressed his chin back against his collar,as if afraid to sanction such exaggeration, butcould stand it in her whom he liked, and smiledvery charmingly. He must have confided in heron one of those long expeditions when peoplegot separated and walked back alone. Hewas educating his little sister, Mrs. Ramsay hadtold her. It was immensely to his credit. Herown idea of him was grotesque, Lily knew well.Educating sandy-haired children in some bleaksuburb, vegetarian, austere. Half one’s notions ofother people were, after all [∧].grotesque.They served privatepurposes of one’s own. He did for her instead of awhipping-boy. She found herself flagellating hislean flanks when she was out of temper. If shewanted to be serious about him she had to helpherself to Mrs. Ramsay's sayings, to look at himthrough her eyes.

She raised a little mountain for the ants toclimb over. She reduced them to a frenzy ofindecision by this interference in their cosmogony.Some ran this way, others that.

One wanted fifty pairs of eyes to see with, shereflected. Fifty pairs of eyes were not enough toget round that one woman with, she thought.U305R. & R CLARK, LTD.12 FEB 1927EDINBURGH.
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