Ralph Stock, South of the Line — The Lonely Lady (1922)
“ Felisi sighed. And curiously enough Mrs. Strode chanced to sigh at much the same moment as she leant over the yacht's rail watching an outrigger canoe and its diminutive bronze occupant rising and falling on the gentle swell. What it must be to have nothing, and therefore happiness! To live in an earthly paradise and a sulu. To know nothing of the fetish of civilization. To be something more than an automaton to the man you love, even though he be your husband.... ”
