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THE LIGHTHOUSEpuppy; how to resist his entreaty—forgive me,care for me; while James the lawgiver, with thetablets of eternal wisdom laid open on his knee (hishand on the tiller had become symbolical to her),said, Resist him. Fight him. He said so rightly;justly. For they must fight tyranny to the death,she thought. Of all human qualities she reverencedjustice most. Her brother was most god-like, herfather most suppliant. And to which did she yield,she thought, sitting between them, gazing at theshore whose points were all unknown to her, andthinking how the lawn and the terrace and the housewere smoothed away now and peace dwelt there.

"Jasper," she said sullenly. He'd look after thepuppy.

And what was she going to call him? her fatherpersisted. He had had a dog when he was a littleboy, called Frisk. She'll give way, James thought,as he watched a look come upon her face, a lookhe remembered. They look down he thought, attheir knitting or something. Then suddenly theylook up. There was a flash of blue, he remembered,and then somebody sitting with him laughed, sur-rendered, and he was very angry. It must havebeen his mother, he thought, sitting on a low chair,with his father standing over her. He began tosearch among the infinite series of impressions251