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Jacob's Room
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Jacob's Room 

VIRGINIA WOOLF 

CHAPTER ONE 

"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 her gold nib, pale blue ink dissolved
the full stop; for there her pen stuck; her eyes fixed, and tears slowly
filled them.  The entire bay quivered; the lighthouse wobbled; 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.  Accidents were awful
things.  She winked again.  The mast was straight; the waves were regular;
the lighthouse was upright; but the blot had spread. 

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

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