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Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. Return to him, I say—" "I can't," replied Jack, doggedly. “We won’t. That is quite as far as I mean to tempt Providence to-night. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. ’ Melusine withdrew her hand. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke. He kissed her once inside the car. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last. I sha’n’t care a rap if we can never marry. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. "No; we never had one; at least, I never saw it. 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. " "That I will," replied Jack, "in the twinkling of a bedpost.
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