Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. He smiled grandly; she could feel the radiance of his approval from across the wedding table. She was trembling a little. In any case, there was no doing anything on a Sunday and Brewis Charvill, his main quarry, had gone out of town unexpectedly. 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 did not know what I was saying.
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