I was mean to him. But I swear she ain’t told me nothing more, sir. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. 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. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. "No, no!" With a gesture, fierce and intolerant, she seized the Bible and thrust it out of sight, into the drawer. His eyes were bright, and his voice had in it an unaccustomed timbre. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I am going to take a liberty. “I will not rob you of your coffee, most dutiful of sisters!” she exclaimed.
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