“She looked at Peter Walsh; her look, passing through all that time and that emotion, reached him doubtfully; settled on him tearfully; and rose and fluttered away, as a bird touches a branch and rises and flutters away. Quite simply she wiped her eyes”(43).
Notes: Peter’s love for Clarissa, wasted life, tortured emotions
Woolf, Virginia. Mrs. Dalloway. San Diego: Harcourt, 1925. Print.