TO THE LIGHTHOUSEbreak into the conversation? But, she thought,screwing up her Chinese eyes, and rememberinghow he sneered at women, "can't paint, can’twrite", why should I help him to relieve himself?There is a code of behaviour she knew, of[%]course, whose seventh article (it may be) says thaton occasions of this sort it behoves the woman,whatever her own occupation may be, to go toPencil vertical line appears to be a stray mark.the help of the young man opposite so that hemay expose and relieve the thigh bones, the ribs,of his vanity, of his urgent desire to assert himself;as indeed it is their duty, she reflected, in herold maidenly fairness, to help us, suppose theTube were to burst into flames. Then, shethought, I should certainly expect Mr. Tansleyto get me out. But how would it be, she thought,if neither of us did either of these things? So shesat there smiling.“You’re not planning to go to the Lighthouse,are you, Lily?" said Mrs. Ramsay. "Rememberpoor Mr. Langley; he had been round the worlddozens of times, but he told me he never sufferedas he did when my husband took him there. Areyou a good sailor, Mr. Tansley?" she asked.Mr. Tansley raised a hammer: hurledswungit highgal36in HB: Pencil marks galley 36.air; but realising[∧], / What appears to be stray mark is probably the terminus of the slash mark.as it descended, that he couldnot smite that butterfly with such an instrumentas this, said only that he had never been sick in142
