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Chapter 1

           WhatdoesonesendtotheLighthouseindeed!AtanyothertimeLilycouldhavesuggestedreasonablytea,tobacco,newspapers.ButthismorningeverythingseemedsoextraordinarilyqueerthataquestionlikeNancy’sWhatdoesonesendtotheLighthouse?openeddoorsinone’smindthatwentbangingandswingingtoandfroandmadeonekeepasking,inastupefiedgape,Whatdoesonesend?Whatdoesonedo?Whyisonesittinghere,afterall?

           Sittingalone(forNancywentoutagain)amongthecleancupsatthelongtable,shefeltcutofffromotherpeople,andableonlytogoonwatching,asking,wondering.Thehouse,theplace,themorning,allseemedstrangerstoher.Shehadnoattachmenthere,shefelt,norelationswithit,anythingmighthappen,andwhateverdidhappen,astepoutside,avoicecalling("It’snotinthecupboard;it’sonthelanding,"someonecried),wasaquestion,asifthelinkthatusuallyboundthingstogetherhadbeencut,andtheyfloateduphere,downthere,off,anyhow.Howaimlessitwas,,howchaotic,howunrealitwas,shethought,lookingatheremptycoffeecup.Mrs.Ramsaydead;Andrewkilled;Pruedeadtoorepeatitasshemight,itrousednofeelinginher.Andweallgettogetherinahouselikethisonamorninglikethis,shesaid,lookingoutofthewindow.Itwasabeautifulstillday.

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