She held out the foil. 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. You don’t have to live forever to understand that. It was so hopeless to put it to them. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which, up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. It was hot and dry. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. Was he really awake? The arrival and departure of this strange father lacked the essential human touch to make it real.
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