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from the sea; to
which she must attend。 Primroses glimmered around; many of them;
and she stooped to the disturbing influence near her feet; she
even picked one or two flowers; faintly remembering in the new
colour of life; what had been。 All the day long; as she sat at
the upper window; the light came off the sea; constantly;
constantly; without refusal; till it seemed to bear her away;
and the noise of the sea created a drowsiness in her; a
relaxation like sleep。 Her automatic consciousness gave way a
little; she stumbled sometimes; she had a poignant; momentary
vision of her living child; that hurt her unspeakably。 Her soul
roused to attention。
Very strange was the constant glitter of the sea unsheathed
in heaven; very warm and sweet the graveyard; in a nook of the
hill catching the sunshine and holding it as one holds a bee
between the palms of the hands; when it is benumbed。 Grey grass
and lichens and a little church; and snowdrops among coarse
grass; and a cupful of incredibly warm sunshine。
She was troubled in spirit。 Hearing the rushing of the beck
away down under the trees; she was startled; and wondered what
it was。 Walking down; she found the bluebells around her glowing
like a presence; among the trees。
Summer came; the moors were tangled with harebells like water
in the ruts of the roads; the heather came rosy under the skies;
setting the whole world awake。 And she was uneasy。 She went past
the gorse bushes shrinking from their presence; she stepped into
the heather
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