"She looked at Peter Walsh; her look, passing through all that time and 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." 
                                                                               Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf 


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