"
"The boy's not at my house," replied Wild. There one is! The same stuff still! One has a
craving in one’s blood, a craving roused, cut off from its redeeming and guiding
emotional side. "
"Who wouldn't be lively after thirty years' sleep? Did you hear her explain about
beachcombers? And yet she looks at one with the straightest glance I ever saw. ’
‘Pah! One little kiss, voilá tout. And they pay her. That world of fine printed cambrics and escorted
maidens, of delicate secondary meanings and refined allusiveness, presented
itself to her imagination with the brightness of a lost paradise, as indeed for
many women it is a lost paradise. Manning and the men in “fixed”
positions generally that she knew, Ramage, presented by himself, had a fine
suggestion of freedom, of power, of deliberate and sustained adventure. She hesitated. This was irregular.
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