He waved a cordial goodbye. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. I must have something in hand. His heir is dead, yes, and his name and title available to me. "Recollect you are in my power. 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.
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