’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped. " Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and, clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in the most passionate terms. I suppose that’s the gist of the whole thing. To preach a fine sermon every Sunday so that he would lose neither the art nor the impulse; and this child, in secret rebellion, taking it down in long hand during odd hours in the week! Preaching grandiloquently before a few score natives who understood little beyond the gestures, for the single purpose of warding off disintegration! It reminded the doctor of a stubborn retreat; from barricade to barricade, grimly fighting to keep the enemy at bay, that insidious enemy of the white man in the South Seas—inertia. No one spoke, and she was impelled to flounder on. ” It was significant of her influence over him that he answered her calmly, although a storm of angry thoughts were struggling for expression within him. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance. John looked at his feet bashfully. The south-east end of the island was hillocky, with volcanic subsoil.
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