The Selected Works Of Virginia Woolf

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Virginia Woolf

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Wordsworth Classics

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'So of course,'wrote Betty Flanders, pressing her heels rather deeper in the sand,'there was nothing for it but to leave.'

Slowly welling from the point of ger gold nib, pale blue ink dissolved the full stop; for there her pen stuck; her eyes fixed, and she had the illusion that the mast of Mr Connor's little yacht was bending like a wax candle in the sun. She winked quickly. Accidentes were awfull things. She winked again. The mast was straight; the wawes were regular; the lighthouse was upright; but the blot had spread.

"...nothing for it but to leave,' she read.

'well, if jacob dosen't want to play' (the shadow of Arecher, her eldest son, feel across the notepaper and looked blue on the sand, and she felt chilly - it was the third of September alreadly), 'if Jacob doesn't want to play' - what a horrid blot! It must be getting late.
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