'A toy boat, a toy boat, a toy boat,' she repeated, thus
enforcing upon herself the fact that it is not articles by Nick Greene on John
Donne nor eight-hour bills nor covenants nor factory acts that matter; it's something
useless, sudden, violent; something that costs a life; red, blue, purple; a
spirit; a splash; like those hyacinths (she was passing a fine bed of them);
free from taint, dependence, soilure of humanity o care for one's kind; something rash, ridiculous, like my hyacinth,
husband I mean, Bonthrop: that's what it is--a toy boat on the Serpentine, it's ecstasy--ecstasy.
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