” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. But where in the world was the girl? A door led to another chamber beyond. Or mad, just as the captain had said so many times. 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. The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. The girl only smiled at him serenely, but she laid her hand for a moment quietly upon his. hopelessly, and it made me desperate.
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