This, she thought, is the greatest of marvels; the supreme achievement
of the human race. Where there were osier beds and coracles paddling
through a swamp, there is this; and she thought of the dry, thick, well
built house stored with valuables, humming with people coming close to
each other, going away from each other, exchanging their views,
stimulating each other. And Clarissa Dalloway had made it open in the
wastes of the night, had laid paving stones over the bog
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came to the end of the garden (it was in fact extremely small), and she
and Bertram sat down on deck chairs, she looked at the house
veneratingly, enthusiastically
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tears formed on it and fell in profound thanksgiving.