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Title: Monday or Tuesday

Author: Virginia Woolf

Release Date: June 25, 2009 [EBook #29220]

Language: English

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Monday or Tuesday

_By_ VIRGINIA WOOLF

[Illustration: Publisher's logo]

NEW YORK
HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY
1921

COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY
HARCOURT, BRACE AND COMPANY, INC.

PRINTED IN THE U. S. A. BY
THE QUINN & BODEN COMPANY
RAHWAY, N. J.

CONTENTS

PAGE

A HAUNTED HOUSE 3

A SOCIETY 9

MONDAY OR TUESDAY 41

AN UNWRITTEN NOVEL 45

THE STRING QUARTET 71

BLUE AND GREEN 81

KEW GARDENS 83

THE MARK ON THE WALL 99

MONDAY OR TUESDAY

A HAUNTED HOUSE

Whatever hour you woke there was a door shutting. From room to room they
went, hand in hand, lifting here, opening there, making sure--a ghostly
couple.

"Here we left it," she said. And he added, "Oh, but here too!" "It's
upstairs," she murmured. "And in the garden," he whispered. "Quietly,"
they said, "or we shall wake them."

But it wasn't that you woke us. Oh, no. "They're looking for it; they're
drawing the curtain," one might say, and so read on a page or two. "Now
they've found it," one would be certain, stopping the pencil on the
margin. And then, tired of reading, one might rise and see for oneself,
the house all empty, the doors standing open, only the wood pigeons
bubbling with content and the hum of the threshing machine sounding from
the farm. "What did I come in here for? What did I want to find?" My
hands were empty. "Perhaps it's upstairs then?" The apples were in the
loft. And so down again, the garden still as ever, only the book had
slipped into the grass.

But they had found it in the drawing room. Not that one cou