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“I don’t understand. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she
had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. Leave the rest
to me. "
Ruth brushed her eyes with one hand and with the other signed for the spinster to
stop. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. She realized dimly that there was no personal thing behind
his cry, that countless myriads of Mannings had “My God!”-ed with an equal
gusto at situations as flatly apprehended. Part 4
After a day or so she thought more steadily. Then as she drew nearer paint showed upon her face,
and a harsh purpose behind the quiet expression of her open countenance, and a
sort of unreality in her splendor betrayed itself for which Ann Veronica could not
recall the right word—a word, half understood, that lurked and hid in her mind,
the word “meretricious. "Drink your peg; don't bother about me. For an instant, Gerald wished the rest of the world away that he might go to
her and administer appropriate comfort. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like
an enormous cauldron. It was a
copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and
awakened a thousand tender recollections. Go to your sister, and do not quit her till all is over. She could feel
Michelle’s nervousness leaching into her spine.
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