Having once more got into the chimney, he climbed to a level with the ward above, and recommenced operations as vigorously as before. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. I got three pounds, and there’s three on my watch. One little minute with soap and water, voilà tout. Stanley was inclined to think the censorship should be extended to the supply of what he styled latter-day fiction; good wholesome stories were being ousted, he said, by “vicious, corrupting stuff” that “left a bad taste in the mouth. . "Of yourself," he replied, in a mournful tone. “But then they would find that check endorsed in his bureau. " "Who's lost?" demanded Ireton. ’ ‘His daughter, ma’am?’ Gerald asked. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. Already she had sent him twenty pounds, and never written to explain to him why it was she had not sent it back sharply directly he returned it. That’s why it’s so important I should take my own line now. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door.
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