[The sea without a stain on it, thought Lily Briscoe, still standing and
looking out over the bay. The sea stretched like silk across the bay.
Distance had an extraordinary power; they had been swallowed up in it,
she felt, they were gone for ever, they had become part of the nature of
things. It was so calm; it was so quiet. The steamer itself had vanished,
but the great scroll of smoke still hung in the air and drooped like a flag
mournfully in valediction.]
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