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“This is MY thing,” said Ann Veronica, softly, with thoughtful eyes upon him. The chain, which had been partially cut through, snapped near the staple. "If you doubt my word, woman," replied the carpenter's wife, coldly, "ask Mr. Occasionally the mere fact of lying in bed became unendurable, and she rolled out and marched about her room and whispered abuse of herself—usually until she hit against some article of furniture. Show him no quarter, Poll. “Oh, Ann Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. ” She nodded in the affirmative. She wondered what the problem was, why the buildup? She wanted to go to his apartment that evening but stayed herself. ‘Do not be foolish. But it would be too risky. 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. To reach it would be a most difficult undertaking.
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