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As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder. Refused admittance, they broke open the door. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. I have two days in which to earn nearly thirty shillings—that is with no dinners, and get a situation. His brain reeled. 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. ‘Parbleu, how you make me talk!’ ‘Your secret is safe with me, I promise you,’ Gerald said reassuringly. But not a word to him of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. Together they made their painful way to the door, not even checking, in the effort this cost both, on what Gosse might be doing. . He had tossed an honoured name into the mire; he required no prison bars to accentuate this misery. That is not reasonable.
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