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But his father never praised him, Jamesthought grimly.

Mr. Ramsay opened the parcel and shared outthe sandwiches among them. Now he was happy,eating bread and cheese with these fishermen. Hewould have liked to live in a cottage and loungeabout in the harbour spitting with the other oldmen, James thought, watching him slice his cheeseinto thin yellow sheets with his penknife.

This is right, this is it, Cam kept feeling, asshe peeled her hard-boiled egg. Now she felt asshe did in the study when the old men werereading The Times. Now I can go on thinkingwhatever I like, and I shan't fall over a precipiceor be drowned, for there he is, keeping his eye onme, she thought.

At the same time they were sailing so fast alongby the rocks that it was very exciting—it seemedas if they were doing two things at once; theywere eating their lunch here in the sun and theywere also making for safety in a great stormafter a shipwreck. Would the water last?Would the provisions last? she asked herself,telling herself a story but knowing at the sametime what was the truth.

They would soon be out of it, Mr. Ramsay wassaying to old Macalister; but their children wouldsee some strange things. Macalister said he was314