The only qualification of the quietness was the synthetic ‘Oh hang it!’ into which Strether’s share of the silence soundlessly flowered. It represented, this mute ejaculation, a final impulse to burn his ships. These ships, to the historic muse, may seem of course mere cockles, but when he presently spoke to Miss Gostrey it was with the sense at least of applying the torch.

The Ambassadors by Henry James, 151

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