She looked at him against the background of flowering magnolia.
There was something curious in the sight.
Perhaps it was that the heavy wax-like flowers were so smooth and
inarticulate, and his face-- he had thrown his hat away, his hair was rumpled,
he held his eye-glasses in his hand, so that a red mark appeared on either side
of his nose--was so worried and garrulous.
It was a beautiful bush, spreading very widely, and all the time she had
sat there talking she had been noticing the patches of shade and the shape of
the leaves, and the way the great white flowers sat in the midst of the green.
She had noticed it half-consciously, nevertheless the pattern had become part
of their talk.
The Voyage Out (208-9)
March 9,1913:
Voyage Out delivered to Gerald
Duckworth
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