"Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. ’ ‘I don’t want to think it,’ he said, and she thrilled to the savagery in his tone. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. 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. His room was last at the end of one winding corner. She savored the sweetness of his lips, all of his great youth and passion and longed for his innocence, his complete lack of the knowledge of terrible things.
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