The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. ’ Exasperated, Gerald glared at her. This done, she waited at the side of the bed; but he gave no sign that he was conscious of her nearness. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. Cathy had not even noticed that she herself was wet and trailing water everywhere. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she loved Capes. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. This incredible scene robbed him of the sense of locomotion. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly.
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