"Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. She taught him how to sail a proa, how to hack open a milk-coconut, how to relish bamboo sprouts. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. 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.
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