She felt a lump rise in her throat, for she had come to love living in America. Wild in his own domain. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. ’ ‘Ain’t you in a rage?’ asked the captain. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. Before her stretched blank spaces, dotted with running people coming toward her, and below them railings and a statue.
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