Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences detailed in the preceding division of this history. We are not animals. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. It is I who took the burden of your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. Her head rose. Thames did not try to cheer her. 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. ‘Aye, that she was. Each time a daughter had been born to him he had concealed his chagrin with great tenderness and effusion from his wife, and had sworn unwontedly and with passionate sincerity in the bathroom.
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