43without knowing why she did it, or why she beca as she did it shebecame happier, & then she thought, looking at Rose, whoset sat between Timothy & Prue, how t odd, shethat one's child should do that!her childrento see them sitting there,

How odd that they should sit there in a row, TimothyRose, Prue, Andrew, almost silent, but with some jokeof their own going on, she kn knew, from the twitching oftheir lips.What it could be, she It was something [?]quite apart from what everything else,somethingthat would not end whenthey were hoarding up: somethingthat wouldthat would serve to carry the worldon when her ownall thatripple was spent.Hoarded behind There was hoardedthe doorwas shutupon theirown room -she wonderedwhat.As if the jokewd explodewhen they wereall dead in thefuture -behind those rather set, rather solemn faces; for they didnot yet talk easily, though Prue But Prue certainly wastonightlovely, lovelier than she had ever looked, as if theglow of Minta opposite, the sense of happiness, theexcitement of the evening, were reflected in her; but it wasthe [?] rising of that marvelloussun, ?man the love ofmen & women, which, as itwas stealing over therim of the tablecloth, & wit entirelywithout herrestin in her eyes & makingknowing it, was giving her that sky thatmaking hercuriouslyglance at Minta now & then, shyly,happily, so thatMrs. Ramsay, hovering over one &then over anothervowed to ?herself Butas they said this & that,you shall ?have, all that,much more than all that (for she was her owndaughter)one of these days.But you will befar happier one of these days, because you aremy daughter, she meant, & therefore it was certainthat she would be happier, as they were all, to Mrs.
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