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He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack. It's your eagerness that bothers me. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him. My feelings overpower me. 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. Her wings were oddly weak, but for all that she could fly. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. What I said about your brat was all stuff. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant. "He's safe enough, I assure you. It was astonishing how often this picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow.
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