Thursday, May 14, 2015

Bourton House: May 14, 201

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 was about to happen; looking at the flowers, at the trees with the smoke winding off them and the rooks
rising, falling.  
Mrs. Dalloway (3)

May 14, 1925, Mrs. Dalloway was published
Bourton House in Gloucestershire

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