Chapter 30 chapter Ten

Peace has indeed come.The wind blew the message of peace from the sea to the shore.never breaks its sleep again, but coaxes it into a deeper rest, and whatever good dreams the sleepers divinely and wisely dream, always confirm the news—and besides, the sea's What other information could muttering bring? —In that clean and quiet room, Lily Briscoe pressed her face to the pillow and listened to the sound of the sea.From the open window came the beautiful whisper of the world, too soft to hear what it was saying--but what did it matter, so long as its meaning was clear?It is imploring those who are soundly asleep (the house is full again; Mrs. Beckwith lives here, and Mr. Carmichael): if they don't want to actually go to the beach, at least draw the curtains and show them to the beach. Take a look outside.Then they could see Night descending in purple, with a crown on his head, and jewels set in his tablet; how majestic and majestic he was in the eyes of a child.If they remained hesitant (Lily fell asleep almost immediately from the fatigue of the journey; but Mr. Carmichael read by candlelight), if they remained negative, referring to his magnificent night as a puff of steam, and Said the morning dew is more powerful than he, and they would rather sleep than rise to watch the night, then he neither complains nor argues, and his soft voice will sing his night song.The waves splashed softly (Lily heard them in her sleep), and the lights looked down softly (the beams of the lighthouse seemed to brush her eyelids).And it looks, Mr. Carmichael thought, it looks exactly the same as it ever did.He closed the book and fell asleep.

When night fell over the house, and Mrs. Beckwith, Mr. Carmichael, and Lily Briscoe lay there, with several layers of dark veils over their eyelids, the sounds of the night could indeed be repeated. ; why not accept it, and be content with it, and submit to acquiescence?The sea sighed rhythmically around the islands and comforted them; night surrounded them; nothing awakened their sweet dreams, till the birds began to chirp, and the dawn wove their thin songs into its white morning There was a rumble of a cart, a dog barking somewhere, and the sunlight lifted the veil of darkness, ripped the veils from their eyes, and disturbed the sleeping Lily Briscoe.She grabbed the blanket on the bed like a person who has fallen and clung to the grass roots on the edge of a cliff.Her eyes widened.Here she is again, she thought, sitting up on the bed.She is wide awake.