It’s one of our conventional superstitions. I am a physician first, which gives the man in me a secondary part. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. It is not possible for us to be on friendly terms with a young man who has been seen in a public place, having supper alone with your sister after midnight. “Okay. The Jacobite. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. You will do as I say, or—’ ‘Hoy!’ called Trodger from down the hall. ‘Let me tell you,’ went on the nun severely, ‘it would have been better for you if you had taken the veil.
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