Even that he was an interfering person, if he
walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep
all over his chest. She crept behind the open door and pounced on him
when he came out of the bathroom, knocking him onto
the floor with a loud thud. And Ramage too—about Ramage there would always be that air of
avidity, that air of knowledge and inquiry, the mixture of things in his talk that
were rather good with things that were rather poor. 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. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of
mine, and in some distress. Pah!’
She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly
averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap.
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