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<p>Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers
herself.
<p>For Lucy had her work cut out for her. The
doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer's
men were coming. And then, thought
Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning -- fresh as if
issued to children on a beach.
<p>What a lark! What a plunge! For so it had
always seemed to her, when, with a little squeak
of the hinges, which she could hear now, she had
burst open the French windows and plunged at
Bourton into the open air. How fresh, how calm,
stiller than this of course, the air was in the early
morning; like the flap of a wave; the kiss of a
wave; chill and sharp and yet (for a girl of eighteen
as she then was) solemn, feeling as she did, standing
there at the open window, that something awful . . .
