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a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. They are arbitrary
and unjust and dogmatic and brutish and lustful. "
"Oh, I see. It was only some hours after that these ambiguous elements evaporated and
vanished and loathing came, and she really began to be thoroughly sick and
ashamed of the whole disgraceful quarrel and scuffle. ”
“Then you had better ring the bell,” she declared, laughing. “Oh, there’s no doubt of it! Since the girls of the eighties broke bounds and
sailed away on bicycles—my young days go back to the very beginnings of that
—it’s been one triumphant relaxation. Still, something had marked the
face, something had left an indelible touch. "If I thought he lived——" observed Wood. "
"Off!" she exclaimed, breaking from his embrace with a scream. But she was staring seaward and did not notice the offering.
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