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I die happy—quite happy in beholding you. He sent me home. He found the horse where Thames told him he would find him, mounted, and rode off across the fields in the direction of town. Mrs Sindlesham occupied a large padded armchair to one side of a corner fireplace, which gave out a heat more than adequate for September to one of the major’s robust constitution. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. 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. Martin managed to catch her after class the next day.
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