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” The man’s face was dark with passion. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky. I admired your chivalry. Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. “But, dear, think! He is your father. "Ay, indeed! And who may that be?" inquired his wife. But Bess could scarcely summon resolution enough to hazard the experiment; and it was only on Jack's urgent intreaties, and even threats, that she could be prevailed on to trust herself to the frail tenure of the rope he had prepared. A victim of one of those mental typhoons that scatter irretrievably the barriers of instinct and breeding; and he had gone on the rocks all in a moment.
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