He saw her eyes pass him and settle on a fleetingly pretty strawberry blond girl and her effeminate father. 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. I fancy that this is a little more than playing at Bohemianism. It is not at all comme il faut.
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