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From: Bobbie Bird
Subject: [cks-devl] thunderstorm
Date: Sun, 17 Sep 2006 06:50:57 +0400

Dalloways drawing-room,suffering tortures, woken wide awake to reality. She split the lengths of tissue paper apart on the counter.
Miss Milan was much more real, much kinder. It was the only use of men, she had said. A lady is known by her gloves and hershoes, old Uncle William used to say.
But it was not her faultaltogether, after all.
Andthe girl took the grey gloves with her to the end of the counter. Half an rich above the elbow; pearl buttons; fiveand a quarter.
He rowed her back and said good-bye to her. Andthe girl took the grey gloves with her to the end of the counter.
But now that she wasforty, they might come more and more seldom. Ifonly one could feel that and stick to it, always. She hadattracted them first, and then her brothers friends from Oxford orCambridge. She found the climate of Edinburgh goodfor her. She saw back and back into the pastbehind her. By degrees she would cease tostruggle any more. Holmans notice, with herfamily always tumbling downstairs or having the scarlet fever.
Why should a girl of that age paint black roundher eyes?
None of the Crayes had married, Fanny Wilmot remembered. She found the climate of Edinburgh goodfor her. It was so that Julia looked too, as she sat half turned on the musicstool, smiling. For the sake of others, she thought, taking the glove inher hand.
Miss Milan was much more real, much kinder. The people she didntwant would come; the others wouldnt.
At that very moment soft laughter came from behind a door. White gloves, she said, with some ring in her voice that Clarissaremembered. Theyremained safe; and her habits would have suffered if she had married.
The traffic suddenly roared; the silk stockings brightened. Indeed, how could one then feel surprise if, lying in bed, she could notclose her eyes?
One could make that yield what oneliked, Fanny Wilmot thought, single out, for instance, Mr.
Andthe girl took the grey gloves with her to the end of the counter. After all, she had not lived all her life in Salisbury. Good Bertha, leaning with herhead against the chair, sighed profoundly.

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