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“Peter Walsh got up and crossed to the window and stood with his back to her, flicking a bandanna handkerchief from side to side. Masterly and dry and desolate he looked, his thin shoulder-blades lifting his coat slightly; blowing his nose violently. Take me with you, Clarissa thought impulsively, as if he were starting directly upon some great voyage; and the,\ next moment, it was as if the five acts of a play that had been very exciting and moving were now over and she had  lived a lifetime in them and had run away, had lived with Peter, and it was now over.”

– Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

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