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TO THE LIGHTHOUSEing, among the children. All would be as usual,save only for some quiver, as of a blade in the air,which came and went between them as if theusual sight of the children sitting round theirsoup plates had freshened itself in their eyes afterthat hour among the pears and the cabbages.Especially, Lily thought, Mrs. Ramsay wouldglance at Prue. She sat in the middle betweenbrothers and sisters, always so occupied, itseemed, seeing that nothing went wrong that shescarcely spoke herself. How Prue must haveblamed herself for that earwig in the milk! Howwhite she had gone when Mr. Ramsay threw hisplate through the window! How she droopedunder those long silences between them! Any-how, her mother now would seem to be makingit up to her; assuring her that everything waswell; promising her that one of these days thatsame happiness would be hers. She had enjoyedit for less than a year, however.

She had let the flowers fall from her basket,Lily thought, screwing up her eyes and standingback as if to look at her picture, which she wasnot touching, however, with all her faculties in atrance, frozen over superficially but movingunderneath with extreme speed.

She let her flowers fall from her basket,scattered and tumbled them on to the grass and,308