“My dear Miss Stanley, when I talked to you the other afternoon of work and politics and such-like things, my mind was all the time resenting it beyond measure. There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls. "I do," replied Kneebone. The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as suddenly extinguished. "I've made no distinction between you, hitherto," answered Wood; "nor shall I do so, unless I'm compelled. In the matter of his conscience he was primitive; and for an educated man to become primitive is to become something of a child. But he had scarcely advanced a step, when he was felled to the ground by a blow from the powerful arm of Kneebone, who, instantly possessing himself of a pistol, levelled it at Jackson's head.
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