Ralph Stock, 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 civilisation! To be something more than an automaton to the man you love, even though he be your husband! ”
