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Paul
's
,
shyly
,
like
some
one
penetrating
on
tiptoe
,
exploring
a
strange
house
by
night
with
a
candle
,
on
edge
lest
the
owner
should
suddenly
fling
wide
his
bedroom
door
and
ask
her
business
,
nor
did
she
dare
wander
off
into
queer
alleys
,
tempting
bye-streets
,
any
more
than
in
a
strange
house
open
doors
which
might
be
bedroom
doors
,
or
sitting-room
doors
,
or
lead
straight
to
the
larder
.
For
no
Dalloways
came
down
the
Strand
daily
;
she
was
a
pioneer
,
a
stray
,
venturing
,
trusting
.
In
many
ways
,
her
mother
felt
,
she
was
extremely
immature
,
like
a
child
still
,
attached
to
dolls
,
to
old
slippers
;
a
perfect
baby
;
and
that
was
charming
.
But
then
,
of
course
,
there
was
in
the
Dalloway
family
the
tradition
of
public
service
.
Abbesses
,
principals
,
head
mistresses
,
dignitaries
,
in
the
republic
of
women
--
without
being
brilliant
,
any
of
them
,
they
were
that
.
She
penetrated
a
little
further
in
the
direction
of
St.
Paul
's
.
She
liked
the
geniality
,
sisterhood
,
motherhood
,
brotherhood
of
this
uproar
.
It
seemed
to
her
good
.
The
noise
was
tremendous
;
and
suddenly
there
were
trumpets
(
the
unemployed
)
blaring
,
rattling
about
in
the
uproar
;
military
music
;
as
if
people
were
marching
;
yet
had
they
been
dying
--
had
some
woman
breathed
her
last
and
whoever
was
watching
,
opening
the
window
of
the
room
where
she
had
just
brought
off
that
act
of
supreme
dignity
,
looked
down
on
Fleet
Street
,
that
uproar
,
that
military
music
would
have
come
triumphing
up
to
him
,
consolatory
,
indifferent
.
It
was
not
conscious
.
There
was
no
recognition
in
it
of
one
fortune
,
or
fate
,
and
for
that
very
reason
even
to
those
dazed
with
watching
for
the
last
shivers
of
consciousness
on
the
faces
of
the
dying
,
consoling
.
Forgetfulness
in
people
might
wound
,
their
ingratitude
corrode
,
but
this
voice
,
pouring
endlessly
,
year
in
year
out
,
would
take
whatever
it
might
be
;
this
vow
;
this
van
;
this
life
;
this
procession
,
would
wrap
them
all
about
and
carry
them
on
,
as
in
the
rough
stream
of
a
glacier
the
ice
holds
a
splinter
of
bone
,
a
blue
petal
,
some
oak
trees
,
and
rolls
them
on
.
But
it
was
later
than
she
thought
.
Her
mother
would
not
like
her
to
be
wandering
off
alone
like
this
.
She
turned
back
down
the
Strand
.
A
puff
of
wind
(
in
spite
of
the
heat
,
there
was
quite
a
wind
)
blew
a
thin
black
veil
over
the
sun
and
over
the
Strand
.
The
faces
faded
;
the
omnibuses
suddenly
lost
their
glow
.
For
although
the
clouds
were
of
mountainous
white
so
that
one
could
fancy
hacking
hard
chips
off
with
a
hatchet
,
with
broad
golden
slopes
,
lawns
of
celestial
pleasure
gardens
,
on
their
flanks
,
and
had
all
the
appearance
of
settled
habitations
assembled
for
the
conference
of
gods
above
the
world
,
there
was
a
perpetual
movement
among
them
.
Signs
were
interchanged
,
when
,
as
if
to
fulfil
some
scheme
arranged
already
,
now
a
summit
dwindled
,
now
a
whole
block
of
pyramidal
size
which
had
kept
its
station
inalterably
advanced
into
the
midst
or
gravely
led
the
procession
to
fresh
anchorage
.
Fixed
though
they
seemed
at
their
posts
,
at
rest
in
perfect
unanimity
,
nothing
could
be
fresher
,
freer
,
more
sensitive
superficially
than
the
snow-white
or
gold-kindled
surface
;
to
change
,
to
go
,
to
dismantle
the
solemn
assemblage
was
immediately
possible
;
and
in
spite
of
the
grave
fixity
,
the
accumulated
robustness
and
solidity
,
now
they
struck
light
to
the
earth
,
now
darkness
.
Calmly
and
competently
,
Elizabeth
Dalloway
mounted
the
Westminster
omnibus
.
Going
and
coming
,
beckoning
,
signalling
,
so
the
light
and
shadow
which
now
made
the
wall
grey
,
now
the
bananas
bright
yellow
,
now
made
the
Strand
grey
,
now
made
the
omnibuses
bright
yellow
,
seemed
to
Septimus
Warren
Smith
lying
on
the
sofa
in
the
sitting-room
;
watching
the
watery
gold
glow
and
fade
with
the
astonishing
sensibility
of
some
live
creature
on
the
roses
,
on
the
wall-paper
.
Outside
the
trees
dragged
their
leaves
like
nets
through
the
depths
of
the
air
;
the
sound
of
water
was
in
the
room
and
through
the
waves
came
the
voices
of
birds
singing
.
Every
power
poured
its
treasures
on
his
head
,
and
his
hand
lay
there
on
the
back
of
the
sofa
,
as
he
had
seen
his
hand
lie
when
he
was
bathing
,
floating
,
on
the
top
of
the
waves
,
while
far
away
on
shore
he
heard
dogs
barking
and
barking
far
away
.
Fear
no
more
,
says
the
heart
in
the
body
;
fear
no
more
.
He
was
not
afraid
.
