Four ---- Weren't four horses needed to drag the family coach through the mud?" "Three, four, eight, Pyecombe," she said. Water, for hundreds of years, had silted down into the hollow, and lay there four or five feet deep over a black cushion of mud. (he made as if chasing it through the grass) Now the clock strikes! (he stood erect, puffing out his cheeks as if he were blowing a dandelion clock) One, two, three, four. And the fourth and the fifth and all the others were the same. To be sure, I hope I'm right, for I had a cousin who married a girl of that name, and as a friend of the family, we don't stand on ceremony And when one has daughters — I'm sure I quite envy you, with only one daughter, Sir John, and I have four! "Four and twenty blackbirds, strung upon a string," she muttered. Here, with its sheaf sliced in four, exposing a white cone, Giles offered his wife a banana. Five ---- Forced to listen, she had stretched for her favourite reading — an Outline of History — and had spent the hours between three and five thinking of rhododendron forests in Piccadilly; when the entire continent, not then, she understood, divided by a channel, was all one; populated, she understood, by elephantbodied, seal-necked, heaving, surging, slowly writhing, and, she supposed, barking monsters; the iguanodon, the mammoth, and the mastodon; from whom presumably, she thought, jerking the window open, we descend. It took her five seconds in actual time, in mind time ever so much longer, to separate Grace herself, with blue china on a tray, from the leather-covered grunting monster who was about, as the door opened, to demolish a whole tree in the green steaming undergrowth of the primeval forest. Water, for hundreds of years, had silted down into the hollow, and lay there four or five feet deep over a black cushion of mud. And the fourth and the fifth and all the others were the same. SIR S. L. O that I were five and twenty with a sharp sword at my side!. "They say there's been a garden here for five hundred years Empty content. Six ---- Six or seven bedrooms opened out of the corridor. But surely with George the Sixth on the throne it was old fashioned, dowdy, savoured of moth-eaten furs, bugles, cameos and black-edged notepaper, to go ferreting into people's pasts?. Mrs. Sands called it a goo.

Numbers in Between the Acts by Virginia Woolf

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