There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. With great difficulty, Wood forced a path through the ruins. He came to her at once, and turning, walked by her side. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. No one could take the place for anything but what it was, and even Gosse hesitated in the doorway. And why, after all, should she not borrow money from Ramage? It was so true what he said; middle-class people WERE ridiculously squeamish about money. “Everything goes on, confound it! One doesn’t change anything one has set going by making good resolutions. Wood. Yet either the rest or the wine seemed already to have done him good. Knowing the South Seas from hearsay and by travel, he knew something of that inertia which blunted the fineness, innate and acquired, of white men and women, the eternal warfare against indifference and slovenliness. What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. ’ ‘How do you do?’ Gerald said pleasantly, stepping from the pillared portico and coming down the shallow stairway.
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