" The Wastrel tried to reach Ruth's lips. And instead of accepting the situation gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. ‘Will you—what was it?—“blow off his head”?’ Melusine eyed her, a little uncertain. ’ Gosse smiled and Melusine read triumph there. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. Spurlock was basically a poet, quick to recognize beauty, animate or inanimate, and to transcribe it in unuttered words. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a smile crossed them. 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. She found a little difficulty in beginning.
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